Do and Dare — a Brave Boy's Fight for Fortune. Alger Horatio Jr.

to spend money for lottery tickets.”

      “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. “I thought I’d make you the offer, because I should like to see you win a big prize.”

      “Thank you for your friendly intention,” said Herbert, “but I am afraid there are a good many more blanks than prizes. If there were not, it wouldn’t pay the lottery men to carry on the business.”

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

      “I guess I won’t go any farther,” said Eben, abruptly, having become convinced 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 little sitting room, and threw down his week’s wages. Our young hero was of a cheerful temperament but he looked and felt sober when he said this.

      “But for the Grahams we should have a comfortable living,” the boy proceeded. “First, the father took away the post office from you, and now the son has robbed me of my place.”

      “Don’t be discouraged, Herbert,” said his mother. “God will find us a way out of our troubles.”

      Herbert had been trained to have a reverence for religion, and had faith in the providential care of his heavenly Father, and his mother’s words recalled his cheerfulness.

      “You are right, mother,” he said, more hopefully. “I was feeling low-spirited to-night, but I won’t feel so any more. I don’t see how we are 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. “He won’t support us in idleness, but I am sure that in some way relief will come 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 anxieties spoil that day for us. When Monday comes, we will think over what is best to be done.”

      The next day Herbert and his mother attended church in neat apparel, and those who saw their cheerful faces were not likely to guess the serious condition of their affairs. They were not in debt, to be sure, but, unless employment came soon, they were likely to be ere long, for they had 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 that boys 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 be separated at meals.”

      “I will try other things first,” said Herbert. “How would you like some fish for dinner, mother? My time isn’t of any particular value, and I might as well go fishing.”

      “Do so, Herbert. It will save our buying meat, which, indeed, we can hardly afford to do.”

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

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

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

      CHAPTER VI. HERBERT’S GOOD LUCK

      “Good-morning,” said the young man, pleasantly.

      “Good-morning,” answered Herbert, politely.

      He recognized the young man, though he had never seen him before, as a visitor from the city, who was boarding at the hotel, if the village tavern could be so designated. He seemed to be a studious young man, for he always had a book in his hand. He had a pleasant face, but was pale and slender, and was evidently in poor health.

      “I see you are going to try your luck at fishing,” said the young man.

      “Yes, sir; I have nothing else to do, and that brings me here.”

      “I, too, have nothing else to do; but I judge from your appearance that you have not the same reason for being idle.”

      “What is that, sir?”

      “Poor health.”

      “No, sir; I have never been troubled in that way.”

      “You are fortunate. Health is a blessing not to be overestimated. It is better than money.”

      “I suppose it is, sir; but at present I think I should value a little money.”

      “Are you in want of it?” asked the young man, earnestly.

      “Yes, sir; I have just lost my place in the post office.”

      “I think I have seen you in the post office.”

      “Yes, sir; my mother had charge of the office till two weeks since, when it was transferred to Mr. Graham. He employed me to attend to the duties, and serve the customers in the store, till Saturday night, when I was succeeded by his son, who had just returned from the city.”

      “Your mother is a widow, is she not?”

      “Yes, sir.”

      “I know where you live; I have had it pointed out to me. Your father served in the war, did he not?”

      “Yes, sir; and the injuries he received hastened his death.”

      The young man looked thoughtful. Then he said: “How much did Mr. Graham pay you for your services?”

      “Three dollars a week.”

      “That was not—excuse the question—all you and your mother had to depend upon, was it?”

      “Not quite; mother receives a pension of eight dollars per month.”

      “Five dollars a week altogether—that is very little.”

      “It is only two dollars now, sir.”

      “True; but you have health and strength, and those will bring money. In one respect you are more fortunate than I. You have a mother—I have neither father nor mother.”

      “I’m sorry for you, sir.”

      “Thank you; anyone is to be pitied who has lost his parents. Now, as I have asked about your affairs, it is only fair that I should tell you about myself. To begin with, I am rich. Don’t look envious, for there is something to counterbalance. I am of feeble constitution, and the doctors say that my lungs are affected. I have studied law, but the state of my health has obliged me to give up, for the present at least, the practice of my profession.”

      “But if you are rich you do not need to practice,” said Herbert, who may be excused for still thinking his companion’s lot a happy one.

      “No, I do not need to practice