"The five-o'clock train to Milltown."

 

"Is that the last train?"

 

"Yes, sir."

 

"You will have to wait till to-morrow. Will it make much difference?"

 

Ben blushed.

 

"I shall have to stay at a hotel," he said uncomfortably, "and I don't think I have money enough. I did not expect to have that expense."

 

"I can relieve you on that score," said the gentleman. "I live in Charleston, not far away. You shall stay at my house to-night, and go home by the morning train. There is a morning train, isn't there?"

 

"Yes, sir, at half-past ten."

 

"You will accept my invitation?"

 

"Yes, sir, and thank you," said Ben gratefully. "I don't know what I should have done if you had not invited me."

 

"I am glad to have the opportunity of doing you a kindness. I want to send you away with a good impression of Charleston."

 

It was a handsome house to which Ben was led by his new friend. His wife received the two children with unaffected kindness, and soon made them feel at home. During the evening Mr. Somerby, for this was his name, drew out of Ben the particulars of his history and present position. Ben seemed so frank and manly¹ that he was quite pleased with him.

 

Mr. Somerby was not in business, unless he may be called a capitalist. He was the possessor of a large fortune, and the care of his property required a considerable share of his time. When Ben was ready to go the next morning, Mr. Somerby put an envelope into his hand.

 

"Don't open this till you get home," he said.

 

"No, sir."

 

"Now, good-by, and good luck to you."

 

"Thank you, sir."

 

Meanwhile Mrs. Bradford at home was feeling anxious. Old Mrs. Perkins had dropped in to make a call, and her conversation wasn't reassuring².

 

"Hasn't Ben got back?" she asked.

 

"Not yet."

 

"There's a great risk in sendin' a boy so fur," said the old lady.

 

"Do you think so?" asked Mrs. Bradford uneasily.

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