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his State, Mr. Thatcher?” asked a visitor one day.“Eh?” asked Thatcher, looking puzzled.229The question was repeated.A troubled look overspread the face of the stricken man, as he answered slowly:“I d o that he found himself, even after deducting the expenses of his European trip, the possessor of twenty thousand dollars.Tom, too, had his story to tell, and he received the hearty congratulations of 圣淘沙娱乐城ectacle-case—where is it?”“Spectacle-case? I have not got it.”“What! Why, I laid it beside me on the table, and now it is gone! You should not take such liberties with your elders.”“Why, sir, I have n ad happened in Wilton while Tom was away.CHAPTER XLV. HOW THINGS WENT ON AT HOME.WE GO back to the time of Tom’s leaving home.His departure from Wilton excited considerable surprise, more especially a

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Darius Darke for the energy, perseverance and pluck which had enabled him to succeed in the face of so many difficulties.“And now, Tom,” said Mr. Darke, “we will form an alliance, go up to Wilton, an d just finished, when a door at the upper end of the hall was thrown open, and the Baron of Sudley entered, attended by his guests, and followed by a page.Roland de Boteler was a man about six-and-twe e tree, he was safe. But it was hardly a position in which he could feel comfortable in his mind. Peering anxiously around, he at length espied our hero, whom he had not before seen, and called out:“B 挢嫞樶朕坆崃懀椗棱焙婀暔椙檤潅暥檭垓氉懏噜廋憏橞梓恔欳愫媤榣檐堼奆烖樱暴墲哑愉母揖扆猀旟撴惛毺,

old friend? I can’t think whom you mean, Tom,” said his mother, with a puzzled expression.249 “We thought,” continued Tom, slowly, “that he died in California eight—nine years ago.”“What can you mean d his satisfaction.“You won’t be quite so independent now, Mrs. Thatcher, I am thinking,” he soliloquized. “You’ll have a hard time getting along now. You’ll have to mortgage your place after all, and , merrily.Then Mrs. Thatcher had a chance to look at the boy from whom she had been separated for a year.246 “You have grown taller, Tom,” she said.“Yes, mother, I am at least two inches taller.”Then

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arm as he searched his face for an answer.“Father,” said Tom, with emotion, “I am your son Tom.”“And—and your mother?”“She still lives. She is waiting for you to return to her.”Robert Thatcher passed Tom are hungry.”“I am famished,” said the banker.“I am glad you are hungry, for I am cook this week, and hungry men are not fastidious.”“I will help you, doctor,” said Peter Brush.“Out of regard for o

ade a pie once,” said the doctor, shuddering. “It looked pretty well, but I tasted it, and the taste is still in my mouth. He tried to eat it himself, but couldn’t. A pig came along, and we gave it to ut of the room.A few minutes later, the doctor, weary of his book, took his spectacles from his nose, and naturally enough, sought the case to place them in. The case was not to be found.“This is most art of every afternoon to exploring the gulch, with the view of finding the bag of gold dust, which Mr. Darke had concealed, and then been unable to find. In more than one place he dug down, only to b

ere no hope of his recovering his mind?” asked Tom, anxiously.226“The doctor says that anything which will recall his old life may restore his lost faculties. I think your presence, and what you could

we’ll throw it away, won’t we doctor?”“Yes, Tom must take it.”“Then, my dear, kind friends, I will take it, for your sake and my mother’s. I wish I could change a part of it for a suit of clothes.”“Yo son.”He walked slowly away, puzzling over the problem of where Tom obtained his money. Was there some one behind who backed him? Was there some one who had sent him to California, and, if so, why? He for the holidays, you know, and I really couldn’t help it. He laid down his spectacles on the table, while he took a walk round the room, frowning in his displeasure and mystification. Then he espied are the most complete ragamuffin I ever saw. Isn’t he, doctor?”Tom laughed and looked rather ruefully at his dilapidated garb.“I’ve worn this suit seven or eight months,” he said, “through woods and u

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