A STORY FOR BOYS. -- 1869, -- CHAPTER I. The Antiquary, - - - - - - . g 9 I cm-II. A Journey after a Cup, - - - - . - . CHAPTER m. 4 Two Friends, - - - - - - - - - 40 CHAPTER 1 4 Finding a Treasure, - - - - . - - 7 CHAPTEB V. Joes Temptation, - - - ,-.,, . 74 CHaPTER VI. A Fruitless Quest, - - - - - , - - 91 CEUPTER VII. Yielding to Temptation, - - - - - - 108 CHAPTER VIII. A neavy Heart, - . - - - - D - -125 viii CHAPTER fX. The Tempter Vanquished, - - - - - - 143 Joea Reward, - CHBPTER X. - - - - . - 160 A Prisoner, - CHAPTER XI. - - 1 . 7 8 CHAPTER XII. The hisonera Friends, - - - - - - - 196 CasPTER XIII. Xew Possessions, - - - - - - - 214 CHAPTER I. THE ANTIQUARY. R. PENDLETON was an antiquary. He delighted in everything od and ancient. Yes, everything - no matter whether it came from home or abroad - so long as it savored of antiquity it was dear unto his heart. Now the old gen- tleman was nearing sixty, and. began to look quite gray and ancient himself indeed, he looked much older than most gentlemen of his age, and this was the reason All his life-time -, - he had shut himself up among his books and relics, and there had lived like a hermit. No one ever came to see him, unless it were a few old gentlemen of like tastes, and then they were never merry or sociable, but sat all . . day long in the cainet shaking their wise heads over some newly-discovered treasures, and muttering to each other in whispers.- He had not a little friend in the world to make merry with he never smiled or chatted, and so the wrinkles in his face drew themselves down into long, sober lines, that gave his features a grave, stern aspect. I dare say that if you had ken him, you would have thought him a very cross-looking old gentleman. Sometimes, in the dim, dim years that had flown, Mr. Pendleton had had a little boy of his own, and oh, what a precious little fellow he was I Bright eyes, sunny curls, quick, C nierry little ways that wound themselves won- derfully around the fathers heart but one day 4 z. l THE ANTIQUARY. 11 Death carried away the mother and little boy, and left the father all alone. Then it was that he shut himself up in the solitude of his great house, and grew to be a gray-headed, wrinkled, stern old man, - very, very different, I fancy, than he would have been had that Kttle boy lived to brighten his fathers days. But in looking at the old gentleman you would never suspect that any such thing had ever occurred in his life-time. He hdd very keen black eyes, that looked sharply oLt from under a fringe of gray eye-brows and as they had become somewhat dim in deciphering old SS., and puzzling over old scridt, he wore a pair of great silver-rimmed spectacles, through which he peered when he spoke, and loolred very wise and learned. He kept an old housekieper, who had grown gray in his service, and who was quite as grave and silent e a -personage as her master. In fact, she had become so while in his employ, for with no cne v to talk to, and no one for company, how could she help it I dare say she would once hare liked a cheerful chat and a smile as well as any one but moving so long in the same silent, lnonotonous round of duties, she had grown to dislike a laugh and cheery talk most heartily. She kept a great cat, who stalked about with his mistress everywhere she went e ven to the post-office, where she was obliged to go daily after the old gentlemans letters and papers. And thus these two elderly people lived in this great, silent house a life which we - who love clieefulness, and sunshine, and bright companions-mould be apt to think was most cheerless and desolate. But they did not find it so. Now all these long, long pears, Mr...