son, earnestly. "My eyes are open and I'm going ahead, and I don't want to slip backwards."
"I'll help you all I can, Nat," and Dave held out his hand, which the other grasped vigorously.
"This talk with Uncle Tom woke me up," went on Nat, a moment later. "When I get home, I am going to try to wake dad up, too. It's going to be no easy task, but I'll do it. I know ma will be on my side—she was never after the money like dad was. I am going to prove to him that he has got to do something else besides get money."
"I wish you luck, Nat," replied Dave. He could not help but smile when he thought of the hard-fisted money-lender, and what he might say when his son went at the task of making him more kind and benevolent.
"And, by the way, Dave, now I am going to turn over a new leaf, I want to tell you about a letter I received some time ago," went on Nat, after a pause, during which the train stopped at a station to take on some passengers.
"A letter?"
"Yes. You'd never guess who it was from."
"Gus Plum?"
"No, Link Merwell."
"Link Merwell!" exclaimed our hero, in surprise. "What did he write to you about, Nat? Not that diamond robbery?"
"Oh, no, he had precious little to say about
