Part 5 (1/2)
CHAPTER V. EBEN'S SCHEME.
Sat.u.r.day night came, and with it the end of Herbert's engagement in the post office.
He pocketed the three dollars which his employer grudgingly gave him, and set out on his way home.
”Wait a minute, Herbert,” said Eben. ”I'll walk with you.”
Herbert didn't care much for Eben's company but he was too polite to say so. He waited therefore, till Eben appeared with hat and cane.
”I'm sorry to cut you out of your place, Herbert,” said the young man.
”Thank you,” answered Herbert.
”It isn't my fault, for I don't want to go into the store,” proceeded Eben. ”A fellow that's stood behind the counter in a city store is fit for something better, but it's the old man's fault.”
Herbert made no comment, and Eben proceeded:
”Yes,” said he, ”it's the old man's fault. He's awfully stingy, you know that yourself.”
Herbert did know it, but thought it would not be in good taste to say so.
”I suppose Wayneboro is rather dull for you after living in the city,”
he remarked.
”I should say so. This village is a dull hole, and yet father expects me to stay here cooped up in a little country store. I won't stay here long, you may be sure of that.”
”Where will you go?”
”I don't know yet. I want to go to California, but I can't unless the old man comes down with the requisite amount of tin. You'll soon have your situation back again. I won't stand in your way.”
”I'm not very particular about going back,” said Herbert, ”but I must find something to do.”
”Just so!” said Eben. ”The place will do well enough for a boy like you, but I am a young man, and ent.i.tled to look higher. By the way, I've got something in view that may bring me in five thousand dollars within a month.”
Herbert stared at his companion in surprise, not knowing any short cut to wealth.
”Do you mean it?” he asked, incredulously.
”Yes,” said Eben.
”I suppose you don't care to tell what it is?”
”Oh, I don't mind--it's a lottery.”
”Oh!” said Herbert, in a tone of disappointment.
”Yes,” answered Eben. ”You may think lotteries are a fraud and all that, but I know a man in Boston who drew last month a prize of fifteen thousand dollars. The ticket only cost him a dollar. What do you say to that?”