It seemed like a fortune to Star, who had not thought of receiving anything like such a sum, and she went back to her duties with a joyful heart to await the issue of her book. Mr. Appleton was so pleased with her that he saw her often after that, and having received a card from her for the commencement exercises of Professor Roberts’ seminary, he decided he would go; and the little package which he had given her in the presence of Mr. Richards was a copy of her book, which had just come to him from the hands of the binders; and it was he, too, who, admiring her fine essay, begged it of her and sent it, with those few flattering remarks which had so annoyed Josephine, to the next morning’s papers. Star had put no name to her work, telling Mr. Appleton that she did not care to be known as its author; and he, too, thought it best, since it was her first experience in literary matters; so, when she had told him that her name was Stella, he had put a simple Star in place of it. But the book had sold beyond even the publisher’s most sanguine expectations, and when it became evident very soon that a second edition must be published, he asked her to allow him to put her name to it, as everybody was besieging him to know who wrote it. But she was firm, and insisted upon having his promise that he would not betray her until after her graduation and her eighteenth birthday. When he wrote her a check for the promised thousand dollars, she had taken it directly to Mr. Rosevelt. “Now we need have no fears for the future,” she said, with a proud smile, as she put it into his hand. “You must have every comfort, Uncle Jacob—fruits, and wines, and everything nice, to make you strong and well. There will be more coming, you know, as the other editions are sold, and when I begin to teach I shall have my salary besides.” The old gentleman was deeply touched by her thoughtfulness for him; he could not speak for the choking sensation in his throat, but drew her gently to him and kissed her fair forehead, feeling that she was the only gleam of sunshine which his life contained. Now, as he stood by and heard her praises sung, and knew that she would have the fame that belonged to her, he exulted over it; and when, a little later, she came to him and slipped an envelope into his hand, saying: “It is another check, Uncle Jacob, which Mr. Appleton has just given to me. Please take care of it, for you are my banker, you know; and,” a tear starting to her glorious eyes, “I believe I never expected to be so happy again as I am to-night,” he thought his own cup of joy was nearly as full as hers. She was, indeed, a star after that all through the evening, and held a right royal little court, receiving and making the acquaintance of the admirers of “Chatsworth’s Pride,” until she became so weary that she longed to get home to quiet and rest. As soon as she could find an opportunity to do so, she drew Mr. Rosevelt to President Hunter and made her adieu.