"No," answered Rupert. "I hope to go into some other line of business." "I'm glad for one reason. I have taken a very good boy in your place--David Williams--and I would not like to discharge him." "I hear Leslie has left you also." "Yes. He has gone on the stage, I believe," said the clerk, smiling. "Have you any plans in that direction?" "No; I couldn't make as much as the wages you were paying me." "I doubt if Leslie will find the change to his advantage." "Whom have you in his place?" "A boy named Bernard Benton. He is also a good boy. By the way, a letter came for you yesterday. Here it is." Rupert supposed the letter might be from his mother, but on reading the address he found that it was in a business hand. He opened the envelope and read as follows. "MR. RUPERT ROLLINS-- "DEAR SIR: I learn that you are the owner of two lots on One Hundred and Twenty-fifth Street, in Harlem. I should like to buy them, and am willing to pay you seven thousand dollars for the two. "Yours truly, "ALBERT CROSSMAN." Rupert read the letter with mingled pleasure and surprise. The lots had cost but one thousand dollars each. That they should have increased in value to such an extent was hardly credible. He did not feel like deciding the matter until he had a chance to consult with Mr. Packard, and he so wrote Mr. Crossman. Now that his mother had lost her position he felt that this stroke of good luck was particularly timely. He went out in the afternoon to see his mother and Grace. He found that Mr. Strathmore was dead, and that his funeral had taken place. "I don't know what we shall do, Rupert," said Mrs. Rollins anxiously. "It may be some time before I can obtain another position where I can support myself and Grace. However, I have saved seventy-five dollars, so that for a time I shall not be a burden upon you." "Don't talk of being a burden, mother. You never can be that." "But how can your small earnings support three persons?" "You forget, mother, that I have property." "To what do you refer, Rupert?" "To the two lots Mr. Packard gave me." "I had not supposed them of much value." "I have an offer of seven thousand dollars for them." "Is it possible?" asked Mrs. Rollins in amazement. "It is quite possible. I don't think we are in any immediate danger of the poorhouse. When shall you be ready to come to New York?" "Whenever I have a home provided; but you remember that I sold my furniture when I accepted the position with Mr. Strathmore." "I have already looked at a furnished flat on West Nineteenth Street. It is but twenty dollars a month, and will make you a pleasant home." "But isn't that a high rent to pay?" "Not in our present circumstances. However, I will wait till Mr. Packard reaches the city, and consult with him. I expect him in a day or two." "Will the proprietor of the Somerset Hotel receive you back as a bell-boy?" "He would, but I have declined the place."