od
match. How far off is Upton?"

"Fifty miles."

"You haven't walked all the way, have you?" inquired Harry, in
surprise.

"Every step," said Howard, proudly. "You see, money isn't very plenty
with us, and I told mother I didn't mind walking. I got a lift for a few
miles the first day, so I haven't walked quite all the way."

"You and I seem to be situated pretty much the same way," said Harry. "I
have no father, and we have hard work to get along."

"You seem like a tiptop fellow. I think I shall like you."

"The same to you," said Harry, smiling. "I am glad you are coming to
Greenville to live."

Harry was sincere enough in his words, so far as his impressions about
the boy went, but when he reflected that through him he was likely to
lose his place he felt a little troubled.

"Look here!" said Howard, suddenly; "will you lose your place if uncle
takes me into his store?"

"I don't think he will need two boys," replied Harry, soberly.

"Then I'd better see if I can't find a place somewhere else. I don't
want to take away your place, if you are poor and need the money uncle
pays you."

"I do need it, but I guess something else will turn up for me. You are
Mr. Mead's nephew, and ought to have it."

"I hope we shall be friends, at any rate," said Howard, warmly.

"I am sure we shall, Howard," returned Harry, cordially, who felt
attracted toward his new friend, in spite of the misfortune which his
arrival would bring to him personally.

Just then, within a quarter of a mile of the store, Harry saw his young
enemy, Philip Ross, approaching him.

Philip was driving his buggy, which had been repaired since the
accident.

"I wonder if he will turn out for me?" thought Harry.

Philip had learned wisdom from experience, and did turn out for the
store wagon. He knew Harry's firmness too well to put it to the test a
second time at his own expense.

"Good-morning, Philip," said Harry, in his usual manner.

Philip did not notice Harry's salutation, but held his head very high,
while his face reddened and his lip curled as he drove by his late
antagonist.

"Who is that boy?" asked Howard, whose attention was drawn to Philip's
singular conduct.

"Philip Ross, son of Colonel Ross, a rich man in town."

"Is he deaf?"

"No."

"He didn't seem to hear you say good-morning."

"Oh, yes, he did," answered Harry, laughing; "but Philip isn't very fond
of me."

"Are you enemies?"

"We had a little difficu