"Then I will give you the means of getting there."
Lyman was under the impression that his uncle proposed to hand him a sum of money, out of which he decided to buy a western ticket if it suited his convenience; Uncle Anthony would be none the wiser.
"Yes, uncle, if you will give me a hundred dollars, I will go to Chicago, and seek there a chance to make an honest livelihood."
"Very well."
Old Anthony took out a memorandum book, tore a leaf from it, and wrote a few lines, which he handed to his nephew.
"What is this?" asked Lyman, suspiciously.
"It is an order on a friend of mine in New York for a Chicago railroad ticket."
"And the money?"
"He will give you an order on a firm in Chicago for the balance of the money, which will be paid you there."
Lyman's countenance fell. It was clear that the trick which he intended to play on his uncle would be impossible.