Do and Dare — a Brave Boy's Fight for Fortune Read online

  Saturday night came, and with it the end of Herbert's engagement in thepost office.

  He pocketed the three dollars which his employer grudgingly gave him,and set out on his way home.

  "Wait a minute, Herbert," said Eben. "I'll walk with you."

  Herbert didn't care much for Eben's company but he was too polite to sayso. He waited therefore, till Eben appeared with hat and cane.

  "I'm sorry to cut you out of your place, Herbert," said the young man.

  "Thank you," answered Herbert.

  "It isn't my fault, for I don't want to go into the store," proceededEben. "A fellow that's stood behind the counter in a city store is fitfor something better, but it's the old man's fault."

  Herbert made no comment, and Eben proceeded:

  "Yes," said he, "it's the old man's fault. He's awfully stingy, you knowthat yourself."

  Herbert did know it, but thought it would not be in good taste to sayso.

  "I suppose Wayneboro is rather dull for you after living in the city,"he remarked.

  "I should say so. This village is a dull hole, and yet father expectsme to stay here cooped up in a little country store. I won't stay herelong, you may be sure of that."

  "Where will you go?"

  "I don't know yet. I want to go to California, but I can't unless theold man comes down with the requisite amount of tin. You'll soon haveyour situation back again. I won't stand in your way."

  "I'm not very particular about going back," said Herbert, "but I mustfind something to do."

  "Just so!" said Eben. "The place will do well enough for a boy like you,but I am a young man, and entitled to look higher. By the way, I've gotsomething in view that may bring me in five thousand dollars within amonth."

  Herbert stared at his companion in surprise, not knowing any short cutto wealth.

  "Do you mean it?" he asked, incredulously.

  "Yes," said Eben.

  "I suppose you don't care to tell what it is?"

  "Oh, I don't mind--it's a lottery."

  "Oh!" said Herbert, in a tone of disappointment.

  "Yes," answered Eben. "You may think lotteries are a fraud and allthat, but I know a man in Boston who drew last month a prize of fifteenthousand dollars. The ticket only cost him a dollar. What do you say tothat?"

  "Such cases can't be very common," said Herbert, who had a good share ofcommon sense.

  "Not so uncommon as you think," returned Eben, nodding. "I don't mean tosay that many draw prizes as large as that, but there are other prizesof five thousand dollars, and one thousand, and so on. It would be verycomfortable to draw a prize of even five hundred, wouldn't it now?"

  Herbert admitted that it would.

  "I'd send for a ticket by Monday morning's mail," continued Eben, "ifI wasn't so hard up. The old man's mad because I ran into debt, and hewon't give me a cent. Will you do me a favor?"

  "What is it?" asked Herbert, cautiously.

  "Lend me two dollars. You've got it, I know, because you were paid offto-night. I would send for two tickets, and agree to give you quarter ofwhat I draw. Isn't that fair?"

  "It may be," said Herbert, "but I haven't any money to lend."

  "You have three dollars in your pocket at this moment."

  "Yes, but it isn't mine. I must hand it to mother."

  "And give up the chance of winning a prize. I'll promise to give youhalf of whatever I draw, besides paying back the money."

  "Thank you, but I can't spare the money."

  "You are getting as miserly as the old man," said Eben, with a forcedlaugh.

  "Eben," said Herbert, seriously, "you don't seem to understand ourposition. Mother has lost the post office, and has but eight dollars amonth income. I've earned three dollars this week, but next week Imay earn nothing. You see, I can't afford to spend money for lotterytickets."

  "Suppose by your caution you lose five hundred dollars. Nothing risk,nothing gain!"

  "I have no money to risk," said Herbert, firmly.

  "Oh, well, do as you please!" said Eben, evidently disappointed. "Ithought I'd make you the offer, because I should like to see you win abig prize."

  "Thank you for your friendly intention," said Herbert, "but I am afraidthere are a good many more blanks than prizes. If there were not, itwouldn't pay the lottery men to carry on the business."

  This was common sense, and I cannot forbear at this point to press itupon the attention of my young reader. Of all schemes of gaining wealth,about the most foolish is spending money for lottery tickets. Ithas been estimated by a sagacious writer that there is about as muchlikelihood of drawing a large prize in a lottery as of being struck bylightning and that, let us hope, is very small.

  "I guess I won't go any farther," said Eben, abruptly, having becomeconvinced that Herbert could not be prevailed upon to lend him money.

  "Good-night, then," said Herbert "Good-night."

  "Well, mother, I'm out of work," said Herbert, as he entered the littlesitting room, and threw down his week's wages. Our young hero was of acheerful temperament but he looked and felt sober when he said this.

  "But for the Grahams we should have a comfortable living," the boyproceeded. "First, the father took away the post office from you, andnow the son has robbed me of my place."

  "Don't be discouraged, Herbert," said his mother. "God will find us away out of our troubles."

  Herbert had been trained to have a reverence for religion, and had faithin the providential care of his heavenly Father, and his mother's wordsrecalled his cheerfulness.

  "You are right, mother," he said, more hopefully. "I was feelinglow-spirited to-night, but I won't feel so any more. I don't see how weare to live, but I won't let it trouble me tonight."

  "Let us do our part, and leave the rest to God," said Mrs. Carr. "Hewon't support us in idleness, but I am sure that in some way relief willcome if we are ready to help ourselves."

  "God helps them that help themselves," repeated Herbert.

  "Exactly so. To-morrow is Sunday, and we won't let any worldly anxietiesspoil that day for us. When Monday comes, we will think over what isbest to be done."

  The next day Herbert and his mother attended church in neat apparel, andthose who saw their cheerful faces were not likely to guess the seriouscondition of their affairs. They were not in debt, to be sure, but,unless employment came soon, they were likely to be ere long, for theyhad barely enough money ahead to last them two weeks.

  Monday morning came, and brought its burden of care.

  "I wish there was a factory in Wayneboro," said Herbert. "I am told thatboys of my age sometimes earn six or seven dollars a week."

  "I have heard so. Here there seems nothing, except working on a farm."

  "And the farmers expect boys to take their pay principally in board."

  "That is a consideration, but, if possible, I hope we shall not beseparated at meals."

  "I will try other things first," said Herbert. "How would you like somefish for dinner, mother? My time isn't of any particular value, and Imight as well go fishing."

  "Do so, Herbert. It will save our buying meat, which, indeed, we canhardly afford to do."

  Herbert felt that anything was better than idleness, so he took hispole from the shed, and, after digging a supply of bait, set out for thebanks of the river half a mile away.

  Through a grassy lane leading from the main street, he walked down tothe river with the pole on his shoulder.

  He was not destined to solitude, for under a tree whose branches hungover the river sat a young man, perhaps twenty-five years of age, with abook in his hand.

  CHAPTER VI. HERBERT'S GOOD LUCK.