would be there.

Now the stations looked more familiar. This one just passed was near
the Tinch farm, and Archie remembered the days he spent working for old
Hiram, and how he had suffered. He wondered if the farmer had ever seen
any copies of the Enterprise. It would be very interesting to him to
know that his chore-boy was now a secretary to a millionaire. This next
station he remembered very well indeed, because he used to come here
every fall to visit the county fair, where he marvelled at the wonderful
things he saw in the side-shows.

And now the train was entering the limits of his own town. Here was
the old elevator, and the machine shop near the railway track. And, oh,
there was his own home, looking green and pleasant as the train sped by.
It almost brought tears to Archie's eyes to think that he was so soon to
see his mother. Now they had reached the station, and he stood upon the
car platform ready to alight. My, what a crowd there was! and why did
they cheer as he made his appearance? All at once it dawned upon him
that all these people were here to meet him, and to bid him welcome
home. He could hardly speak as he found himself in his mother's arms,
and then he began to shake the hands of the big crowd. They were all
old friends, and then there was the mayor, and the superintendent of
schools, and quite a delegation of leading citizens. How nice it was of
them to welcome him in this way!

After awhile the handshaking was over, and the mayor was able to get
a few minutes with Archie. "We are all very proud of what you have
accomplished," he said, "and we want to give you a public reception
to-morrow night in the town hall, if you don't object." Archie stared
blankly at the mayor, and it was several moments before he realised the
meaning of the words. Then he was almost overcome. It was almost too
good to be true, it seemed, but he warmly thanked the mayor, and told
him how he appreciated the honour which they had done him. He said that
he would be glad to attend the reception.

The crowd was scattering now, and Archie, wild to reach home, took his
mother to a carriage, in which they drove rapidly out to the little
house among the trees and arbours. The old town looked beautiful in
every way. The great maple and oak trees along the road were green with
new leaves, and every dooryard was bright with snowballs and yellow
roses. "This is the very best time of the year," he said to his mother,
"and I am the