When Ben was going home, he met his old enemy, Tom Davenport.  Tom’s eyes lighted up when he saw Ben, and he crossed the street to speak to him.  It may be mentioned that, though Ben had a new and stylish suit of clothes, he came home in the old suit he had worn away, and his appearance, therefore, by no means betokened prosperity.

“So you’re back again!” said Tom abruptly.

“Yes.”

“I always said you’d come back.”

“Are you going to look for something to do?” Tom asked.

“Mr. Kirk has offered me a place in the store.”

“How much pay?”

“Two dollars a week.”

“You’d better take it.”

“I hardly think I can work at that figure,” said Ben, mildly.

“Kirk won’t pay you any more.”

“I’ll think of it.  By the way, Tom, call around and see me some time.”

“I hardly think I shall have time,” said Tom haughtily.  “He talks as if I were his equal!” he said to himself.

“Well, good afternoon.  Remember me to your father.”

Tom stared at Ben in surprise.  Really the store boy was getting very presumptuous he thought.

CHAPTER XXXVIII CONCLUSION

On the evening of the nineteenth of December, Ben stood on the piazza of the village hotel when the stage returned from the depot.  He examined anxiously the passengers who got out.  His eyes lighted up joyfully as he recognized in one the man he was looking for.

“Mr. Dinsmore,” he said, coming forward hastily.

“You see I have kept my word,” said Harvey Dinsmore, with a smile.

“I feared you would not come.”

“I wished to see the discomfiture of our friend Squire Davenport.  So to-morrow is the day?”

“Yes.”

“I should like to be on hand when the squire calls.”

“That will be at twelve o’clock.  My mother has received a note from him fixing that hour.”

“Then I will come over at half-past eleven if you will allow me.”

“Come; we will expect you.”

“And how have you fared since I saw you, my young friend?”

“I have been wonderfully fortunate, but I have kept my good fortune a secret from all, even my mother.  It will come out to-morrow.”

“Your mother can feel quite at ease about the mortgage.”

“Yes, even if you had not come I am able to pay it.”

“Whew! then you have indeed been fortunate for a boy.  I suppose you borrowed the money?”

“No; I earned it.”

“Evidently you were born to succeed.  Will you take supper with me?”

“Thank you.  Mother will expect me at home.”

At half-past eleven the next forenoon the stranger called at door of Mrs. Barclay.  He was admitted by Ben.

“Mother,” said Ben, “this is Mr. Harvey Dinsmore.”

“I believe we have met before,” said Dinsmore, smiling.  “I fear my first visit was not welcome.  To-day I come in more respectable guise and as a friend.”