At ten o'clock the next day, Harry presented himself at the hotel. He carried in his hand a carpetbag lent him by Mr. Leavitt, which contained his small stock of under-clothing. His outside suits he left at Mr. Leavitt's, not wishing to be encumbered with them while traveling. "I see you are on time," said the professor. "Yes, sir; I always mean to be." "That's well; now if you'll jump into my buggy with me, we will ride round to the Town Hall and take in my apparatus. I have to keep a carriage," said the magician, as they rode along. "It saves me a great deal of trouble by making me independent of cars and stages."The apparatus was transferred to a trunk in the back part of the buggy and securely locked. "Now we are all ready," said Professor Henderson, "Would you like to drive?" "Yes, sir," answered Harry, with alacrity. "I am going to give an entertainment in Holston this evening," said his new employer. "Were you ever there?" "No, sir." "It is a smart little place and although the population is not large, I always draw a full house.""How far is it, sir?""About six miles."Harry was sorry it was not farther, as he enjoyed driving. His companion leaned back at his ease and talked on various subjects. He paused a moment and Harry was startled by hearing a stifled child's voice just behind him: "Oh, let me out Don't keep me locked up here " The reins nearly fell from his hands. He turned and heard the voice apparently proceeding from the trunk. "What's the matter?" asked Professor Henderson. "I thought I heard a child's voice." "So you did," said the voice again. The truth flashed upon Harry. His companion was exerting some of his powers as a ventriloquist."Oh, it is you, sir," he said, smiling.His companion smiled. "You are right," he said."I don't see how you can do it," said Harry."Practice, my boy.""But practice wouldn't make everybody a ventriloquist, would it?" "Most persons might become ventriloquists, though in an unequal degree. I often amuse myself by making use of it for playing practical jokes upon people. "Do you see that old lady ahead?" "Yes, sir." "I'll offer her a ride. If she accepts, you'll see sport. I shall make you talk but you must be careful to say nothing yourself." A few rods farther on, they overtook an old woman. "Good morning, ma'am," said the professor. "Won't you get in and ride? It's easier riding than walking." The old women scanned his countenance and answered: "Thank you, sir, I'm obliged to ye. I don't mind if I do." She was assisted into the carriage and sat at one end of the seat, Harry being in the middle. "I was going to see my darter, Nancy," said the old women. "Mrs. Nehemiah Babcock her name is. Maybe you know her husband.""I don't think I do," said the professor."He's got a brother in Boston in the dry goods business. Maybe you've been at his store." "Maybe I have." "I generally call to see my darter-her name is Nancy-once a week; but it's rather hard for me to walk, now I'm getting' on in years." "You're most eighty, ain't you?" appeared to proceed from Harry's mouth. Our hero's face twitched and he had hard work to keep from laughing. "Indeed, I'm not " said the old lady, indignantly. "I'm only sixty-seven and folks say I don't look more'n sixty," and the old lady looked angrily at Harry.
