“When you do, come to see me. I am a commission merchant in Boston. If it is your intention to follow a business life, I may be able to find you a place.” “Thank you, sir; I should like nothing better.” “To-morrow,” said Mr. Compton, “I will come here and complete the purchase.” “Jack,” said Herbert, when the new purchaser of the mine had left them, “there is no work for us here. Come with me, and let us together tell Mr. Melville the good news.” “A good thought, my lad!” So the two mounted their horses, and left Deer Creek behind them. They little suspected how sorely they were needed. CHAPTER XXXVII. TO THE RESCUE. Herbert and his companion drew near the forest cabin, which had been the home of the former, without a suspicion that George Melville was in such dire peril. The boy was, indeed, thinking of him, but it was rather of the satisfaction his employer would feel at his good fortune. “Somehow I feel in a great hurry to get there, Jack,” said Herbert. “I shall enjoy telling Mr. Melville of my good luck.” “He's a fine chap, that Melville,” said Jack Holden, meaning no disrespect by this unceremonious fashion of speech. “That he is! He's the best friend I ever had, Jack,” returned Herbert, warmly. “It's a pity he's ailing.” “Oh, he's much stronger than he was when he came out here. All the unfavorable symptoms have disappeared.” “Maybe he'll outgrow it. I had an uncle that was given up to die of consumption, when he was about Melville's age, and he died only last year at the age of seventy-five.” “That must have been slow consumption, Jack,” said Herbert, smiling. “If Mr. Melville can live as long as that, I think neither he nor his friends will have reason to complain.” “Is he so rich, lad?” “I don't know how rich, but I know he has plenty of money. How much power a rich man has,” said Herbert, musingly. “Now, Mr. Melville has changed my whole life for me. When I first met him I was working for three dollars a week. Now I am worth twelve thousand dollars!” Herbert repeated this with a beaming face. The good news had not lost the freshness of novelty. There was so much that he could do now that he was comparatively rich. To do Herbert justice, it was not of himself principally that he thought. It was sweet to reflect that he could bring peace, and joy, and independence to his mother. After all, it is the happiness we confer that brings us the truest enjoyment. The selfish man who eats and drinks and lodges like a prince, but is unwilling to share his abundance with others, knows not what he loses. Even boys and girls may try the experiment for themselves, for one does not need to be rich to give pleasure to others. “Come, Jack, let us ride faster; I am in a hurry,” said Herbert, when they were perhaps a quarter of a mile distant from the cabin. They emerged from the forest, and could now see the cottage and its surroundings. They saw something that almost paralyzed them.