"What I find is mine," he said to himself. "Of course it is. Harry Walton deserves to lose his money."

 

It will be seen that he had already decided to keep the money. It looked so tempting to him, as his eyes rested on the thick roll of bills--for, though insignificant in amount, the bills were ones and twos, and twenty in number--that he could not make up his mind to return it.

 

Luke was fond of new clothes. He wanted to reestablish his credit with Merrill, for he was in want of a new coat and knew that it would be useless to order one unless he had some money to pay on account. He decided to use a part of Harry's money for this purpose. It would be better, however, he thought, to wait a day or two, as the news of the loss would undoubtedly spread abroad, and his order might excite suspicion, particularly as he had been in Harry's company at the time the money disappeared. He therefore put the pocketbook into his trunk, and carefully locked it. Then he went to bed.

 

Meanwhile, Harry reached Mr. Leavitt's unconscious of the serious misfortune which had befallen him. He went into the sitting room and talked a while with Mr. Leavitt, and at ten o'clock took his lamp and went up to bed. While he was undressing he felt in his pocket for his money, intending to lock it up in his trunk as usual. His dismay may be conceived when he could not find it.

 

Poor Harry sank into a chair with that sudden sinking of the heart which unlooked-for misfortune brings and tried to think where he could have left the pocketbook.

 

That evening he found himself under the necessity of buying a necktie at the store, and so had taken it from his trunk. Could he have left it on the counter? No; he distinctly remembered replacing it in his pocket. He felt the need of consulting with somebody, and with his lamp in his hand went downstairs again.

 

"You haven't concluded to sit up all night, have you?" asked Mr. Leavitt, surprised at his reappearance.

 

"Are you sick, Harry?" asked Mrs. Leavitt. "You're looking dreadfully pale."

 

"I've lost my pocketbook," said Harry. .

 

"How much was there in it?" asked his employer.

 

"Thirty-three dollars," answered Harry.

 

"Whew! that's a good deal of money to lose. I shouldn't want to lose so much myself. When did you have it last?"

 

Harry told his story, Mr. Leavitt listening attentively

 

"And you came right home?"

 

"Yes."

 

"Alone."

 

"No; Luke Harrison came with me."

 

"Are you two thick together?"

 

"Not at all. He doesn't like me, and I don't fancy him."

 

"What was he talking about?"

 

"He wanted me to join a sleighing party."

 

"What did you say?"

 

"I said I couldn't afford it. Then he charged me with being a miser, as he often does."

 

"Did he come all the way home with you?"

 

"No; he left me at Deacon Brewster's. He said he must go back to the store."

 

"There is something queer about this," said Mr. Leavitt, shrewdly. "Do you want my advice?"

 

"Yes; I wish you would advise me, for I don't know what to do."

 

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