Part 6 (1/2)

”Perhaps Squire Hudson will go back on you, after all,” said Walter.

Tom's face was overcast. That would be a disappointment he could not easily bear.

”I shall soon know,” he said.

An hour later Tom and his father set out for Squire Hudson's residence.

Tom felt nervous; he could not well help it.

”Tom,” said his father, ”this is an important visit for you.”

”Yes, sir,” said Tom.

”You are feeling nervous, I see. Try to take it coolly, and don't feel too low-spirited if things don't turn out as you hope.”

”I will try to follow your advice, father, but I am not sure as I can.”

”If you are disappointed, try to think it is for the best. A boy of your age had made all arrangements to visit Europe with a party of friends.

The day before starting something happened which made it impossible for him to go. For weeks he had been looking forward with eager antic.i.p.ation to his journey, and now it was indefinitely postponed.”

”What a terrible disappointment!” said Tom.

”Yes, it seemed so, but mark the issue. The steamer was lost, and all on board were drowned. The disappointment saved his life.”

”It might not always turn out so,” objected Tom.

”No, that is true. Still, if we are willing to think that our disappointments are not always misfortunes, we shall go through life with more cheerfulness and content.”

”Still, I hope I shall not be disappointed in this,” said Tom.

”You are perhaps too young to be philosophical,” said his father.

Mark Nelson had enjoyed only the usual advantages of education afforded by a common school; but he was a man of good natural capacity, and more thoughtful than many in his vocation. From him Tom inherited good natural abilities and industrious habits. It would not be fair, however, to give all the credit to his father. Mrs. Nelson was a superior woman, and all her children were well endowed by nature.

As they turned into Squire Hudson's gravel-path, the squire himself opened the front door.

”Were you coming to see me?” he asked.

”We would like to speak with you a few minutes, squire, if you can spare the time.”

”Oh, yes, I have nothing pressing on hand,” said the squire, with unusual affability. ”Walk in, Mr. Nelson.”

He led the way into the room where Tom had had his interview with him the day before.

”Your son did me a good turn yesterday,” he said graciously. ”He behaved in a very creditable manner.”

”He told me that he found your pocketbook, Squire Hudson.”

”Yes; it contained a large sum of money. Some boys would have kept it.”