"
Indeed it was very near the truth. Harry was really a fine singer, and
his fresh, attractive face and manly appearance won him a welcome in
all the towns on their route. Sometimes a young girl in the audience
threw him a bouquet. This made him blush and smile, and the donor felt
rewarded.
Where was it going to end? Was he to continue in the service of the
professor, and in time become himself a magician and a traveling
celebrity? Harry was not sure about it. He saw that it would pay him
better than most kinds of business, and he also discovered that
Professor Hemenway was even better off than he had represented. Yet,
he was not quite ready to select the same profession, but, being only
sixteen, felt that he could afford to remain in it a while longer.
One day the professor gave him a surprise.
"Harry," he said, as they were jogging along a dusty road, "do you
think you would like to travel?"
"I am traveling now," answered Harry, with a smile.
"True, but I don't mean that. Would you like to go on a long journey?"
"I should like nothing better," replied Harry, promptly.
"I'll tell you what I've been thinking about. I recently read in some
paper that a man in my line had made a trip to Australia, and reaped a
rich harvest.
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