“And I shall never see a cent of that six hundred dollars,” continued Jim Morrison, ruefully. “If you'll excuse me, I'll go to my own room,” said Mrs. Estabrook, pertly. “I want to think quietly of all this.” “Go, by all means,” said the broker, courteously. “To-morrow morning your property shall be restored to you.” Next the detective and the telegraph boy withdrew, the latter rich by a five-dollar note, which Mr. Reynolds presented him. Johnny's eyes sparkled. “That will make mother happy,” he said. “She'll think I am in luck.” “Keep your eyes open, my boy, and be faithful to your employer, and this won't be the last piece of luck that will come your way.” When they were alone Mr. Reynolds turned to Grant and said kindly, “I congratulate you, Grant, on your complete vindication. Those who have wickedly conspired against you have come to grief, and you come out of the trial unscathed. As I am to part with Willis Ford, though you are not competent to take his place, your duties will be somewhat enlarged, and I will take care that your compensation shall be increased.” “I am afraid, Mr. Reynolds, I already receive more than I earn.” “That may be, but I am only anticipating a little. How much do I pay you now?” “Six dollars a week, sir.” “I will allow you four dollars more, but this additional sum I will keep in my own hands, and credit you with. It is time you were saving something for future use. Will this be satisfactory to you?” “You are very kind, Mr. Reynolds,” said Grant. “I don't know how to thank you.” “Then I will tell you--be faithful in your duties in the office and continue your kindness to Herbert.” “Gladly, sir.” Grant decided not to write to his mother about his increase in salary. He preferred to wait till his savings amounted to a considerable sum, and then surprise her by the announcement of his good fortune. In six months, he estimated, he would have more than a hundred dollars, and this to the country minister's son seemed a large sum. At any rate, when he was twenty-one he might hope to be the possessor of a thousand dollars. This opened to Grant a brilliant prospect. It was probably all his father was worth, including all his possessions. “In spite of my uncle's opposition,” thought Grant, “I think I acted wisely in preferring business to college. Now I shall be able to make the family more comfortable.” When Willis Ford called at the office the next morning Grant was gone to the post office. As he returned he met Ford coming out with a check in his hand. “So it's you, is it?” sneered Ford, stopping short. “Yes, Mr. Ford.” “I suppose you are exulting over your victory?” “You are mistaken,” said Grant. “It was not my wish that anything unpleasant should happen.” “I suppose not,” said Ford, in an unpleasant tone. “For some reason you have shown a dislike to me from the first,” Grant proceeded. “I don't know why. I have always treated you with respect and tried to do my duty faithfully.”