e it right over to
your store."

"He gave you good advice. Wait a minute, and I'll do up a pound of sugar
and send it to your mother as a present."

"What's come to the old man?" thought Sam. "Shure he's gettin' generous
in his old age!"

"I wish I knew who took that bill," thought the grocer meditatively.
"However I've got it back, and that's the main thing."

When Percy dropped the envelope, he remained near at hand, and seeing
Sam pick it up, instructed him to carry it to the grocer. He then
breathed a sigh of relief, and felt that he was lucky to get out of a
bad scrape so safely.

CHAPTER XVII.

AFTER THE TRIAL.

"Mr. Conway," said Bert, as they walked home together from the trial, "I
am very grateful to you for getting me out of my trouble. If you will
let me know your fee, I will pay it."

"My dear boy," rejoined the young lawyer, "this is my vacation, and I
only took up your case to keep my hand in."

"You are very kind, and I shall always remember it."

"Lawyers are not always mercenary, though they have that reputation with
some. I should like, by the way, to find out who did steal the bill."

"So should I. I have no idea for my part."

"If you ever find out, let me know. I go back to New York to-morrow, and
am glad to leave the memory of a professional triumph behind me."

"What is your address, Mr. Conway?"

"No. 111 Nassau Street, Room 15. Here is my card. When you come to New
York, call and see me."

"I shall do so, though it may be some time in the future. Do you think
I could get anything to do in New York?"

"Yes; but perhaps not enough to pay your expenses."

"I find the same trouble here."

"You have been at work in the shoe factory, I believe."

"Yes; but I have been discharged. My place has been taken by a machine."

"That is unfortunate. Is there no other opening in Lakeville?"

"I have not found any yet."

"I will keep your case in mind, and if I hear of anything I will let you
know."

When Squire Marlowe returned home from the trial, his wife inquired with
interest, "How did the case come out?"

"The boy was acquitted," answered her husband shortly.

"Acquitted! Why, you thought it was a close case."

"So I did, but it came out on the trial that there were two
twenty-dollar bills, and the one which the Barton boy presented was left
for him by Uncle Jacob."

"By that old man? Why, I thought he was poor."

"So he is--worth only five hundred dollars, and