On the way he met Louis Schick, a schoolfellow, of German extraction, who hailed him.
“You’d better go to the post office, Andy. There’s a big parcel there for your mother.”
“A parcel?”
“Yes; it’s too big for a letter.”
Wondering what it could be, Andy went to the post office.
The parcel he found there was of great importance.
CHAPTER IX.
A GIFT FROM THE DEAD.
The village post office was located in a drug store, and the druggist had plenty of time to attend to the duties of the office, as well as the calls of his regular customers.
Hamilton was so healthy a village that it hardly furnished a sufficient demand for drugs and medicines to support a man of the most moderate tastes. But, with the addition of his salary as postmaster, Mr. Bolus was able to maintain a small family in comfort.