His destination was Centerville, in Western Pennsylvania. I may as well say that this is not the real name of the place, which, for several reasons, I conceal¹.

 

Though Ben was not an experienced traveler, he found no difficulty in reaching his destination, having purchased a copy of "Appleton's Railway Guide," which afforded him all the information he required. About fifty miles this side of Centerville he had for a seat companion a man of middle age, with a pleasant face, covered with a brown beard, who, after reading through a Philadelphia paper which he had purchased of the train-boy, seemed inclined to have a social chat with Ben.

 

"May I ask your destination, my young friend?" he asked.

 

Ben felt that it was well for him to be cautious, though he was pleasantly impressed with the appearance of his companion.

 

"I think I shall stop over at Centerville," he said.

 

"Indeed! That is my destination."

 

"Do you live there?" asked Ben.

 

"No," said the other, laughing. "Do I look like it? I thought you would read 'New York' in my face and manner."

 

"I am not an experienced observer," said Ben modestly.

 

"Centerville has a prosperous future before it," said the stranger.

 

"Has it? I don't know much about the place. I never was there."

 

"You know, of course, that it is in the oil region?"

 

"I didn't even know that."

 

"A year ago," resumed the stranger, "it was a humdrum² farming town, and not a very prosperous one either. The land is not of good quality, and the farmers found it hard work to get a poor living. Now all is changed."

 

Ben's attention was aroused. He began to understand why Mr. Jackson wished to buy the farm he rented from Mrs. Hamilton.

 

"This is all new to me," he said. "I suppose oil has been found there?"

 

"Yes; one old farm, which would have been dear at three thousand dollars, is now yielding hundreds of barrels daily, and would fetch fifty thousand dollars easily."

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