n, after arranging for another lot of the little unfortunates to come
to Sunnyside when the first crowd had reached New York, Dick bade
good-bye to those into whose lives he had been able to bring much
happiness because of his wealth.

Tim was taken to the Hamilton mansion, where he was fitted up in a
manner that made him think he had fallen heir to some vast treasure,
such as those he read about in dime novels.

"If me Hester Street friends could see me now," he murmured, as he
looked at the new suit Dick had bought him, "dey would sure take me for
a swell."

"Don't think too much of good clothes," warned Dick.

"Well, it's de first time I ever had any to t'ink about," replied Tim,
"an' youse must let me look at dem till I gits used to 'em," which Dick
laughingly agreed to do.

"I hear you're going out West," remarked Henry Darby to Dick, when he
met him on the street the day before that set for the start.

"Yes. Going to look up some gold mines," and Dick laughed.

"If you find any lying around loose, or one that no one else wants--or
even an old one that someone has thrown away--why just express it back
to me," requested Henry. "I'd rather have a good gold mine than this old
metal business, I think."

"How is it going?" asked Dick.

"Pretty well. Say, I don't think I ought to keep that hundred-dollar
check you sent me for telling you that I'd seen Grit in the man's
wagon."

"Of course you've got to keep it!" exclaimed Dick. "I would have paid it
to the first person who gave me the right clue, and I'm sure I couldn't
give it to anyone I like better than you."

"It certainly came in mighty handy," said Henry.

"Why?"

"I had a chance to buy up the refuse from an old boiler factory just
before I got it and I hadn't any cash. Dad had taken all the surplus.
He's got some scheme on hand, and he won't tell me what it is. He says
there's lots of money in it. There may be," went on Henry, with an odd
smile, "but what's worrying me is whether dad is going to get the money
out of it. That's mostly the trouble with his schemes. There's thousands
of dollars in 'em, but the cash generally stays there for all of him.
But maybe this one will turn out all right. I hope so, because he's got
all the surplus. But I used the hundred dollars to buy some old iron,
and I think I can dispose of it at a profit. Well, I hope you have good
luck."

"Thanks," answered Dick. "I'll remember what you said about a gold
mine."

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