be no danger of foreclosure. By the way, wouldn't
you like to have me remit your father something next month out of the
profits of the business?--I can charge it to your account."

"I am glad you mentioned it, John. You may send him fifty or
seventy-five dollars, if my share should amount to so much."

"I will."

"And I am going to have my home letters directed to your care. You can
forward them to me whenever you have an opportunity."

"I won't fail, Tom. If there is anything you need sent out to you, you
have only to write me, and I will attend to your commissions."

"It is very convenient to have an agent in the city," said John,
smiling. "I shall feel much more comfortable out at the mines."

"I wish you good luck, Tom; but remember, even if you don't succeed in
your search for gold, I shall be making money for you here."

"You make me feel quite like a capitalist, John."

"I hope you may be one some day. Good-by!"

They shook hands and parted. Before night-fall Tom had started on his
new journey in quest of gold.

CHAPTER XXV.

WHITEFACE.

Mark Nelson missed sorely the cow which he had been compelled to yield
to the squire on account of default of interest. Whiteface was his best
cow, and a great favorite with all the children. She gave nearly as much
milk as the other two, and had been one of the main dependences of the
family. It was worth considerably more than the thirty dollars for which
the squire took it; but he insisted upon that and no other, and
Whiteface had to go.

Six months had passed, and there seemed to be very little chance of
redeeming the lost cow. Squire Hudson had agreed to give her back on
payment of the balance due, with accrued interest; but neither he nor
Mark Nelson expected that such an offer would be made.

"I was passing Squire Hudson's to-day, and saw poor Whiteface," said
Walter, one evening. "I think she knew me, for when I called her she
lowed back."

"I wish we had her back," said Sarah. "It was heartless in the squire to
take her. He had a dozen cows of his own."

"He hasn't any heart," said Walter, "or, if he has, it must be pretty
small."

"We must not forget that he was entitled to some security for the
balance of interest I owe him," said the farmer.

"The cow was worth a good deal more than thirty dollars," said Sarah.

"Yes, she was; but I am not sure whether I could have got any more money
for her at a forced sale. Then you know the squire is