rling came back to Pleasantville a well man.

That was a joyful night at the little Stirling home, when Mr. Stirling
once again looked with restored sight upon the faces of the many friends
who respected and loved him.

Mr. Stirling, while in the city, had been an invited guest at the home
of Mr. Leslie, and the express superintendent had learned a good deal
more about his devoted son than he had ever known before.

"Come out of it!" hailed a jolly voice, and Bart was disturbed in his
pleasant reverie by the appearance of Darry and Bob Haven.

"It's settled!" cried the latter ecstatically?--"we're going into the
regular business at last."

"I don't quite catch on," returned Bart.

"The printing and publishing business," put in Darry. "We have got the
money together for a nice little plant, and father and mother are
willing that we shall go ahead. Some day you'll see us running a regular
newspaper."

"Well, I wish you good luck--you certainly deserve it," answered the
young express agent, warmly.

"There is only one drawback," resumed Bob. "We'll have to give up
helping you."

"Don't let that bother you. I'll find somebody else. Say, it will be
fine to start a regular newspaper," went on Bart. "I guess you'd wake
some of the old-timers up--they are so moss-eaten. This town needs a
bright, up-to-date sheet."

"We are going to push the printing and publishing business all we can,"
answered Darry, earnestly. How he and his brother carried out their
project I shall relate in another story, to be called, "Working Hard to
Win." It was no light undertaking, but the boys entered into it with a
vigor that was bound to command success.

"You see, father can help us a good deal," said Bob. "He used to be an
editor, you know. And more than that, mother can make us whatever
pictures we may need."

"Oh, you'll be right in it, I know," laughed Bart. "When you start your
newspaper put me down as the first subscriber. Your subscription money
is ready whenever you want it."

At that moment a messenger appeared.

"Letter for you," said he to the young express agent, and hurried about
his business.

"From the express people," murmured Bart, tearing open the letter.

As he perused it, such a quick, bright glow flashed into his face and
eyes, that the watchful Darry at once surmised that Bart had received a
communication out of the ordinary.

"Good news, Bart?" he inquired.

"Read it," said Bart simply, and quick-witte