CHAPTER XXII.
A MYSTERIOUS LETTER From time to time, Mrs.Hamilton sent Ben on errands to different parts of the city, chiefly to those who had been started in business with capital which she had supplied.

One afternoon, he was sent to a tailor on Sixth Avenue with a note, the contents of which were unknown to him.
"You may wait for an answer," said Mrs.Hamilton.
He readily found the tailor's shop, and called for Charles Roberts, the proprietor.
The latter read the note, and said, in a business like tone: "Come to the back part of the shop, and I will show you some goods." Ben regarded him in surprise.
"Isn't there some mistake ?" he said.

"I didn't know I was to look at any goods." "As we are to make a suit for you, I supposed you would have some choice in the matter," returned the tailor, equally surprised.
"May I look at the letter ?" asked Ben.
The tailor put it into his hands.
It ran thus: "Mr.Roberts: You will make a suit for the bearer, from any goods he may select, and charge to the account of Helen Hamilton." "Mrs.Hamilton did not tell me what was in the note," said Ben, smiling.

"She is very kind." Ben allowed himself to be guided by the tailor, and the result was a handsome suit, which was sent home in due time, and immediately attracted the attention of Conrad.

Ben had privately thanked his patroness, but had felt under no obligation to tell Conrad.
"Seems to me you are getting extravagant!" said Conrad enviously.
"I don't know but I am," answered Ben good-naturedly.
"How much did you pay for it ?" "The price was thirty-five dollars." "That's too much for a boy in your circumstances to pay." "I think so myself, but I shall make it last a long time." "I mean to make Aunt Hamilton buy me a new suit," grumbled Conrad.
"I have no objection, I am sure," said Ben.
"I didn't ask your permission," said Conrad rudely.
"I wonder what he would say if he knew that Mrs.Hamilton paid for my suit ?" Ben said to himself.