“As soon as Eben was fairly gone, I began to feel sorry I sent him, for he got into extravagant ways when he was in Boston before, and he had been teasing me to give him money enough to go out West with.  About noon I discovered that he had taken fifty dollars more than the amount I intrusted to him, and then I couldn’t rest till I was on my way to Boston to find out the worst.  I went to the house on Milk Street and found they had seen nothing of Eben.  Then I knew what had happened.  The graceless boy has robbed his father of a hundred and fifty dollars, and is probably on his way West by this time.”

“He was to start by the three o’clock train, I think,” said Herbert, and gave his reasons for thinking so.

Ebenezer seemed so utterly cast down by this confirmation of his worst suspicions, that Herbert called Mr. Melville, thinking he might be able to say something to comfort him.

CHAPTER XIX.

Ebenezer graham’s Grief.

“How much have you lost by your son, Mr. Graham?” asked George Melville.

“Nearly two hundred and fifty dollars,” groaned Ebenezer, “counting what I paid in the city to his creditors, it is terrible, terrible!” and he wrung his hands in his bitterness of spirit.

“I am sorry for you,” said Melville, “and still more for him.”

“Why should yon be sorry for him?” demanded Ebenezer, sharply.  “He hasn’t lost anything.”

“Is it nothing to lose his consciousness of integrity, to leave his home knowing that he is a thief?”

“Little he’ll care for that!” said Mr. Graham, shrugging his shoulders.  “He’s laughing in his sleeve, most likely, at the way he has duped and cheated me, his father.”

“How old is Eben, Mr. Graham?”

“He will be twenty in November,” answered Ebenezer, apparently puzzled by the question.

“Then, as he is so young, let us hope that he may see the error of his ways, and repent.”

“That won’t bring me back my money,” objected Ebenezer, querulously.  It was clear that he thought more of the money he had lost than of his son’s lack of principle.

“No, it will not give you back your money, but it may give you back a son purified and prepared to take an honorable position in society.”

“No, no; he’s bad, bad!” said the stricken father.  “What did he care for the labor and toil it took to save up that money?”

“I hope the loss of the money will not distress you, Mr. Graham.”

“Well, no, not exactly,” said Ebenezer, hesitating.  “I shall have to take some money from the savings bank to make up what that graceless boy has stolen.”

It was clear that Ebenezer Graham would not have to go to the poorhouse in consequence of his losses.

“I can hardly offer you consolation,” said George Melville, “but I suspect that you will not be called upon to pay any more money for your son.”