"Good-by!" repeated Rose, in surprise. "Why, where are you going?"

 

"To New York."

 

"But you are coming back again?"

 

"I hope so, but only for a visit now and then. I am offered a position in the city."

 

"Isn't that rather sudden?" said Rose, after a pause.

 

Ben explained how he came to be offered employment.

 

"I am to receive higher pay than I did here, and a home besides," he added, in a tone of satisfaction. "Don't you think I am lucky?"

 

"Yes, Ben, and I rejoice in your good fortune; but I shall miss you so much," said Rose frankly.

 

"I am glad of that," returned Ben. "I hoped you would miss me a little. You'll go and see mother now and then, won't you? She will feel very lonely."

 

"You may be sure I will. It is a pity you have to go away. A great many will be sorry."

 

"I know someone who won't."

 

"Who is that?"

 

"Tom Davenport."

 

Rose smiled. She had a little idea why Tom would not regret Ben's absence.

 

"Tom could be spared, as well as not," she said.

 

"He is a strong admirer of yours, I believe," said Ben mischievously.

 

"I don't admire him," retorted Rose, with a little toss of her head.

 

Ben heard this with satisfaction, for though he was too young to be a lover, he did have a strong feeling of attraction toward Rose, and would have been sorry to have Tom step into his place.

 

As Ben was preparing to go, Rose said, "Wait a minute, Ben."

 

She left the room and went upstairs, but returned almost immediately, with a small knit purse.

 

"Won't you accept this, Ben?" she said. "I just finished it yesterday. It will remind you of me when you are away."

 

"Thank you, Rose. I shall need nothing to keep you in my remembrance, but I will value it for your sake."

 

"I hope you will be fortunate and fill it very soon, Ben."

 

So the two parted on the most friendly terms, and the next day Ben started for New York in the highest of spirits.

 

After purchasing his ticket, he gave place to Squire Davenport, who also called for a ticket to New York. Now, it so happened that the squire had not seen Tom since the interview of the latter with our hero, and was in ignorance of his good luck.

 

"Are you going to New York, Benjamin?" he asked, in surprise.

 

"Yes, sir."

 

"Isn't it rather extravagant for one in your circumstances?"

 

"Yes, sir; if I had no object in view."

 

"Have you any business in the city?"

 

"Yes, sir; I am going to take a place."

 

Squire Davenport was still more surprised, and asked particulars. These Ben readily gave, for he was quite elated by his good fortune.

 

"Oh, that's it, is it?" said the squire contemptuously. "I thought you might have secured a position in some business house. This lady probably wants you to answer the doorbell and clean the knives, or something of that sort."

 

"I am sure she does not," said Ben, indignant and mortified.

 

"You'll find I am right," said the squire confidently. "Young man, I can't congratulate you on your prospects. You would have done as well to stay in Pentonville and work on my woodpile."

 

"Whatever work I may do in New York, I shall be a good deal better paid for than here," retorted Ben.

 

Squire Davenport shrugged his shoulders, and began to read the morning paper. To do him justice, he only said what he thought when he predicted to Ben that he would be called upon to do menial work.

 

"The boy won't be in so good spirits a week hence," he thought. "However, that is not my affair. There is no doubt that I shall get possess............