at you are so rich, Tom."

"I can scarcely realize it myself, father. When I think of the change
that fifteen months have made in my circumstances I consider myself the
luckiest boy in the world, and have great cause for gratitude."

It will be understood that, though Tom had bid thirty-five hundred
dollars for the farm, all he was required to pay was the amount of the
mortgage, the bid having been made in his father's interest. In a few
days the business was completed, and Mr. Nelson found himself the owner
of an unencumbered property.

Tom remained a week longer in the village, and then started once more
for California. His mother urged him to remain at home, now that he had
so much money; but Tom reminded her that he was partner in a business in
San Francisco, and that he needed to look after his interests there.
John Miles might be sick, or die, and in that case he might meet with
serious losses.

Returning to San Francisco Tom became an active instead of a silent
partner. The business was considerably enlarged, and became much more
profitable. At the end of two years Tom sold out to his partner for
several thousand dollars, and, entering an office, studied law, devoting
a portion of his time to general study. At a comparatively early age he
was admitted to the bar of his adopted city, and by degrees got into
lucrative practice. He had become so much attached to California that he
decided to make it his permanent home.

Up among the New Hampshire hills his father still tills his little farm,
but he no longer depends upon it for his entire living. Tom regularly
sends the allowance he promised, and in addition his brothers are often
the recipients of handsome gifts. Harry, developing a taste for study,
was sent to Exeter Academy, from which in due course he was transferred
to Harvard. He, too, was destined for the law, and when he had taken
his legal degree joined Tom in California, and is now his partner.

Other changes there are in the little village. Squire Hudson is dead,
and Sinclair, making haste to sell the homestead, removed to New York,
engaged in speculation, and lost everything. One day, shabbily dressed,
he entered Tom's office in San Francisco, and asked for the loan of
fifty dollars to enable him to reach the mines. Tom gave it, for old
acquaintance' sake. It was not the last request for money made by
Sinclair. Nothing has been heard of him for some years, and it is
probable that a life which was o