“'You ask me about my relations with Mr. Graham. I am still in the post office, and thus far nearly the whole work devolves upon me. Except in one respect, I am well treated. Mr. G-. is, as you know, very penurious, and grudges every cent that he has to pay out. When he paid me last Saturday night the small sum for which I agreed to assist him, he had much to say about his large expenses, fuel, lights, etc., and asked me if I wouldn't agree to work for two dollars a week, instead of three. I confess, I was almost struck dumb by such an exhibition of meanness, and told him that it would be quite impossible. Since then he has spent some of the time himself in the office, and asked me various questions about the proper way of preparing the mail, etc., and I think it is his intention, if possible, to get along without me. I don't know, if he absolutely insists upon it, but it would be better to accept the reduction than to give up altogether. Two dollars a week will count in my small household.' “Did you ever hear of such meanness, Mr. Melville?” demanded Herbert, indignantly. “Here is Mr. Graham making, I am sure, two thousand dollars a year clear profit, and yet anxious to reduce mother from three to two dollars a week.” “It is certainly a very small business, Herbert. I think some men become meaner by indulgence of their defect.” “I shall write mother to give up the place sooner than submit to such a reduction. Three dollars a week is small enough in all conscience.” “I approve the advice, Herbert. If Mr. Graham were really cramped for money, and doing a poor business, it would be different. As it is, it seems to me he has no excuse for his extreme penuriousness.” “How pleasant it would be to pay a flying visit to Wayneboro,” said Herbert, thoughtfully. “One never appreciates home until he has left it.” “That pleasure must be left for the future. It will keep.” “Very true, and when I do go home I want to go well fixed.” Herbert had already caught the popular Western phrase for a man well to do. “We must depend on the Blazing Star Mine for that,” said Melville, smiling. My young readers may like to know that, while Herbert was prospering financially, he did not neglect the cultivation of his mind. Among the books left by Mr. Falkland were a number of standard histories, some elementary books in French, including a dictionary, a treatise on natural philosophy, and a German grammar and reader. “Do you know anything of French or German, Mr. Melville?” inquired our hero, when they made their first examination of the library. “Yes, Herbert, I am a tolerable scholar in each.” “I wish I were.” “Would you like to study them?” “Yes, very much.” “Then I will make you a proposal. You are likely to have considerable time at your disposal. If you will study either, or both, I will be your teacher.” “I should like nothing better,” said Herbert, eagerly.