CHAPTER V.
TOM RAISES THE MONEY.
Tom got up early the next morning--in fact, he was up first in thehouse--and attended to his usual "chores." He was splitting wood whenhis father passed him on the way to the barn with the milk-pail in hishand.
"You are up early, Tom," he said.
"Yes," answered our hero.
Tom could not help wondering whether his father had come to any decisionabout letting him go to California; but he did not like to ask. In duetime he would learn, of course. He felt that he should like to have itdecided one way or the other. While his plans were in doubt he feltunsettled and nervous.
At an early hour the family gathered about the breakfast table. Tomnoticed that his father and mother looked grave, and spoke in a subduedtone, as if they had something on their minds; but he did not know whatto infer from this, except that they had his prospects still inconsideration.
When breakfast was over, Mark Nelson pushed back his chair, and said:"How soon can you get Tom ready to start, Mary?"
"Am I going, father?" asked Tom, his heart giving an eager bound.
"Is Tom really going?" asked the younger children, with scarcely lesseagerness.
"If Squire Hudson doesn't go back on his promise. Tom, you can go withme to the squire's."
"How soon?"
"In about an hour. He doesn't breakfast as early as we do. I think hewill be ready to receive us in about an hour."
"Thank you, father," said Tom. "You are doing a great deal for me."
"I can't do much for you, my boy. I can probably get you to California,and then you will be thrown upon your own exertions."
"I mean to work very hard. I think I shall succeed."
"I hope so, at least, Tom. When the time comes to start the other boys,I shall be glad to have your help in doing it."
Tom was pleased to hear this, though it placed upon his shoulders a newand heavy responsibility. He was assuming the responsibility not onlyfor his own future, but for that of his brothers. But it made him feelmore manly, as if the period of his dependent boyhood were over, and hehad become a young man all at once.
"I hope I sha'n't disappoint you, father," he said.
"If you do, I don't think it will be your fault, Tom," said his fatherkindly. "Fortune may be against you, but we must take the risk of that."
"I don't know what to think about it, Tom," said his mother, in a toneof doubt and mental disturbance. "I feel as if you were too young to goout in the wide world to seek your fortune."
"I am not so very young, mother. I am old enough to make my way."
"So your father says, and I have yielded to his judgment; but, Tom, Idon't know how to let you go."
There were tears in Mrs. Nelson's eyes as she spoke. Tom was moved, andif he needed anything to strengthen him in the good resolutions he hadformed, his mother's emotion supplied it.
"You sha'n't regret giving your consent, mother," he said manfully, and,rising from his seat, he went to his mother and kissed her.
"Mary," said Mr. Nelson, "you haven't answered my question. How longwill it take to get Tom ready? If he is to go, he may as well start assoon as possible."
"Let me see," said Mrs. Nelson, "how many shirts have you got, Tom?"
"Five."
"Are they all in good order?"
"I believe one needs mending."
"I don't know whether that will be enough," said Mrs. Nelson doubtfully.
"Mary," said her husband, "don't provide too large a supply of clothing.Tom may find it a burden. Remember, in California, he will have totravel on foot and carry his own baggage."
"Then I think he is already pretty well provided. But some of hisclothes may need mending. That won't take long, and I will attend to itat once."
"Perhaps Squire Hudson will go back on you, after all," said Walter.
Tom's face was overcast. That would be a disappointment he could noteasily 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 feeltoo 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 yourage had made all arrangements to visit Europe with a party of friends.The day before starting something happened which made it impossible forhim to go. For weeks he had been looking forward with eager anticipationto 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 onboard 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 ourdisappointments are not always misfortunes, we shall go through lifewith 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 affordedby a common school; but he was a man of good natural capacity, and morethoughtful than many in his vocation. From him Tom inherited goodnatural 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 himselfopened 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 sparethe time."
"Oh, yes, I have nothing pressing on hand," said the squire, withunusual affability. "Walk in, Mr. Nelson."
He led the way into the room where Tom had had his interview with himthe day before.
"Your son did me a good turn yesterday," he said graciously. "He behavedin 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."
"None of my boys would," said Mark Nelson proudly.
"Of course not. They're too well brought up."
"Tom told me that you offered to advance money enough to get him toCalifornia," said Mr. Nelson, coming to business.
"On satisfactory security," added the squire cautiously.
"You proposed to increase the mortgage on my place?"
"Yes," said the squire. "I wouldn't have done it, though, NeighborNelson, but for the good turn the boy did me. I am not at all particularabout increasing the amount of the mortgage, but, if by so doing it Ican promote Tom's views, I won't object."
"Thank you, sir," said Tom gratefully.
"It is a serious step for me to take," continued Mr. Nelson, "for I feelthe incumbrance to be a heavy one already. In fact, it is withdifficulty that I pay the interest. But the time has come when Tomshould start in life, and in this village there seems to be noopening."
"None whatever," said the squire, in a tone of decision.
"What do you think of the prospects in California?" asked Mark Nelson."You are a man of business, and can judge better than I. Are the storieswe hear of fortunes made in a short time to be relied upon?"
"As to that," said the squire deliberately, "I suppose we can't believeall we hear; we must make some allowances. But, after all, there's nodoubt of the existence of gold in large quantities; I am satisfied ofthat."
"Then about the wisdom of sending out a boy like Tom, alone; do youthink it best?"
"It depends altogether on the boy," responded the squire. "If he ishonest, industrious, and energetic, he will make his way. You know your
own boy better than I do."
"He is all you say, Squire Hudson. I have a great deal of confidence inTom."
Tom looked at his father gratefully. Sometimes it does a boy good tolearn that the older people have confidence in him.
"Then let him go," said the squire. "I stand ready to furnish the money.I think you said you needed two hundred dollars."
This question was put to Tom, and the boy answered in the affirmative.
"Very well," said the squire. "As soon as the necessary writings aremade out, the money shall be ready."
"It's all settled!" thought Tom triumphantly.
At that moment Sinclair Hudson, the squire's only son, opened the doorand looked into the room.
"Hello, Tom Nelson," said he, rather rudely. "What brings you here?"