lue of the three, at present prices, is
nearer three hundred dollars than two hundred and fifty. I need not
caution you to take good care of them."

"Are they for me?" asked Harry, his cheeks flushing with pleasure.

"Yes; they are six per cent. bonds, and will bring you fifteen dollars a
year in interest--not quite enough to live upon," the lawyer added, with
a smile, "but something to add to your income."

"I can hardly realize that I am worth so much money," said Harry, as he
took the package and put it into his inside coat pocket.

"Have you a watch?" asked Mr. Wheeler.

"No, sir," replied Harry, in surprise.

"I thought not; and I, therefore, ask you to accept one as a gift, not
from my client, but from me."

He produced a handsome silver watch, manufactured at Waltham, with a
silver chain attached.

Now, Harry had long wanted a watch, but the prospect of obtaining one
before he was of age had seemed very remote. At the moment, I think, the
present of the watch gratified him as much as that of the bonds, though
the latter were ten times as valuable.

"It is beautiful," he said; "but, Mr. Wheeler, why should you give me a
present? The bonds were not yours."

"That is true, but they were under my charge, and I should have been
seriously troubled had they not been recovered. Take the watch, my boy,
and I hope it will please you as much to receive it as it does me to
give it."

"Thank you, sir," said Harry, warmly. "It seems to me there is no end to
my good fortune."

"Continue to deserve it, my boy, and I think it will continue. I must
bid you good-morning now, as I have another appointment."

"Good-morning, sir, and thank you."

"By the way," the lawyer added, "I shall bear you in mind, and, should I
have any work which I think you can do, I will send for you."

"I shall be glad to serve you in any way, sir."

So saying, Harry left the office. He was so much in a hurry to show his
present at home that, though it was still early, he decided to take the
next train, which would bring him home about noon.

His mother and Mr. Wilkins had just seated themselves at the dinner
table when Harry entered.

"What! home already, Harry?" asked his mother, in surprise.

"I judge from your tone, mother, that you haven't got enough dinner for
me," said Harry, gayly.

"If that's the case, I'll eat a little less," said Uncle Obed. "But why
didn't you stay longer?"

"Because I got through with my business, and