Fred would have gone away, but the old gentleman still seemed to require his assistance, and he stepped in with him and led him into the drawing-room. The servant promptly reported the arrival to Mr. Wainwright, who descended the staircase quickly and greeted his uncle. "You are heartily welcome, Uncle Silas," he said. "I did not expect you till to-morrow, or I would have sent the carriage for you." "I changed my mind, John, and decided to push through." "Who is this young man with you?" "He is a kind friend, John. I was taken sick--the effect of the journey, I think--and I shouldn't have been able to get up here but for him." The broker smiled pleasantly and held out his hand to Fred. "You are the train boy, are you not?" he asked, glancing at Fred's cap. "Yes, sir." "I hope you find it pays you well." "Not at this season, sir." "How long have you been in service?" "Over a year." "Thank you for your kindness to my uncle. He seems ill and requires my attention now. Can you make it convenient to call here to-morrow evening at eight o'clock?" "Yes, sir. I will call with pleasure." "Good night, then, and don't forget to call." The broker shook hands with Fred again, and the train-boy left the house quite won by the pleasant and affable manner of the great broker. "I never expected to know such a man as that," thought Fred. "I wish he would give me a position in his office. That would be much better worth having than my present place." "Why are you so late, Fred?" asked his mother, when he reached home. "I had to make a call on Mr. Wainwright, the broker," answered Fred. "I guess you are only funning," said Albert. "No, I am not. I am invited to call again to-morrow evening." "What for?" "Perhaps he's going to take me into partnership," said Fred in joke. CHAPTER XXIV. FRED'S GOOD LUCK. Fred made a short trip the next day, and returned home at four o'clock. He was glad to be back so early, as it gave him time to prepare for his evening visit. Naturally his mind had dwelt upon it more or less during the day, and he looked forward to the occasion with pleasant anticipations. The broker's gracious manners led Fred to think of him as a friend. "I would like to be in the employ of such a man," he reflected. He started from home in good season, and found himself on the broker's steps on the stroke of eight. The door was opened by the same servant as on the evening previous, but he treated Fred more respectfully, having overheard Mr. Wainwright speak of him cordially. So when Fred asked, "Is Mr. Wainwright at home?" he answered "Yes, sir; come right in. I believe as you are expected." The old man was descending the stairs as Fred entered, and immediately recognized him. "Ha, my young friend!" he said. "I am glad to see you," and he held out his hand. "I hope you are feeling better, sir," said Fred respectfully.