bile a few days later,
having crowded into their stay as much sight-seeing as was possible.
Dick had just finished telling his father, the evening of his arrival,
of his various adventures, including the one with the swindler, when the
servant announced:

"Some one to see you, Master Dick."

"Who is it?"

"Henry Darby."

"Ah, there's a young man who will make his mark some day!" exclaimed Mr.
Hamilton. "If his father was only like him Henry would have more
chances."

"That's right," admitted Dick. "I wonder what he wants?"

"Well, I'll leave you together," said Dick's father, as he left the
library, and a little later Henry was ushered in by the servant.

"Hello, Henry!" exclaimed Dick.

"Same to you and more of it," was Henry's greeting. "I've come to see if
you don't want a particularly fine line of gold bricks," he went on
with a laugh, for he had read in the papers of the attempted bond
swindle.

"You'll have to see my secretary," spoke Dick, joining in the spirit of
the talk. "He buys all my gold bricks. But, to change the subject, how's
the old iron business?"

"Pretty good. In fact, I came to see you about it, if you're not too
busy," and Henry tried to look as though he had come to discuss the
investment of millions.

"No, I guess I can spare you a few minutes. What is it?"

"I came to take up my note and pay it off," went on the young iron
merchant, drawing a roll of much-crumpled bills from his pocket. "Want
to save interest, you know. I managed to sell that iron I bought, and I
made a profit on it. So I'll pay that fifty-dollar note now."

"Well, you certainly know how to make money," spoke Dick admiringly.
"I'll have to take lessons from you. But say, Henry, I'm in no hurry for
that money. If you can use it, why, just keep it."

"No--no," went on Henry, with rather a sorrowful air, Dick thought. "I'd
better pay you while I have it. I might not be able to get it together
again. You take it," and he shoved the bills over toward Dick with an
air of desperation.

"But, I don't need it," persisted Dick. "You might just as well keep it
a while, Henry."

"Do you mean that?" asked Henry earnestly.

"Sure."

"Then I will," and Henry appeared much relieved.

"In fact, if you want more I'll lend it to you," continued the
millionaire's son.

"Are you in earnest?"

"Of course I am. Why?"

"Well, to tell you the truth I hated to pay back that fifty dollars. I
mean I still had a use for it.