sociation boys that
returned my dog to me."

Before leaving his office, a three years' lease was arranged for and
everything looked lovely. What was more, the addition could be started at
once.

"Well, by the Great Horn Spoon!" ejaculated Mr. Dean when they were well
outside. "You are a wonder! That is what I call nerve. Now tell me all
about it."

"Bah!" replied Willis, "I hated to do it, but I had to. I was going to
ask the old boy what Mr. Williams would say to him, but I thought better
of it. To-night is when I have my fun. I'll tell my uncle about our deal
and watch him squirm. I wonder if he'll get mad. I can tell by the way he
acts if this recording business was a put-up job. There still remains
_the_ question, though--why does he want to keep me away from that cabin?
It has something to do with my father's old mine, I'm sure of that much;
and I'll find out, you see if I don't."

The evening papers gave a glowing account of the interest of Mr. Beverly
H. Pembroke in the new Y.M.C.A. cabin project, and gave the plan of work.
A circus was already being planned to raise funds for the building, and a
stock company had been organized among the boys of the Boys' Department
to furnish funds with which to begin work at once. Work would be started
the next Saturday. The stockholders and some others would go to the cabin
on Friday evening, camp around a fire all night, and be ready to begin
work in the morning. After supper that evening Willis had a long chat
with his mother, and talked over with her all the things that had been
disturbing him in regard to his uncle's recent actions.

"I think you must surely be mistaken," she said. "What object could he
have in doing such things. You must remember that you have a very vivid
imagination, and you must watch it."

"No, mother, it is not imagination, for this is how I know this time:
Didn't you see how red and nervous he got when I told him what Mr.
Pembroke had agreed to do. Right after supper he left for down town
without a word. I don't know what it is, but there is some fact relative
to father's death that he has never told us. If we could only find Tad,
I'm sure he could help us out. I'm going to find father's mine, though,
and it's not so very far from that cabin, either. Mother, isn't it
wonderful that we are going to have the very old house that father built
so long ago? After I find the mine, I'll find out about its worth; but it
can't be worth so very much or