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sure 'nough. Oh, what will we do?"

      A minute later Clip bounded off like a deer, to carry the sad news to the village.

      He met the village doctor driving along in his top buggy, and he quickly called out to him: "Go quick, Massa Doctor, for de love of God. Poor Massa Burton's upset himself, and I 'spec's he's dead."

      "Whereabouts, Clip?" demanded the doctor, startled.

      "Up the road a piece."

      "Jump in with me and show me."

      So Clip, seated beside the doctor, guided him to the fatal spot.

      The doctor lost no time in jumping out of his buggy and approaching the fallen man. He didn't need to feel his pulse, or place his hand over his heart. To his practiced eye there were other indications that disclosed the terrible truth.

      "Is he dead?" asked Clip, in an awed voice.

      "Yes, Clip; your poor master is dead," answered the doctor, sadly.

      He had known Richard Burton well, and, like all the rest of his neighbors, had a warm esteem for him.

      "How did this happen, Clip?" he asked.

      "I don't know, Massa Doctor; 'deed I don't," answered Clip. "I was walkin' along, when I saw the colt runnin' like mad, wid his harness on, and I 'spected something had happened. So I came up, and dat's what I saw."

      "We can't do anything, Clip, except to see that he is carried home. I dread to break the news to his poor wife."

      Meanwhile Aaron Wolverton had locked himself in his office. He drew the receipt from his pocket, read it through carefully, and chuckled:

      "I'll get the money out of the widder. She can't prove that the interest has been paid! But I don't care so much for that as I do to get even with that impudent rascal Bob. He'll rue this day, as sure as my name is Aaron Wolverton."

      CHAPTER V

      WOLVERTON'S FIRST MOVE

      Why did not Aaron Wolverton burn the receipt, and get rid once for all of the only proof that the interest had been paid? It would have been the most politic thing to do, inasmuch as he had made up his mind to be dishonest. But, though unprincipled, he was not a bold man. The thought did certainly occur to him, and he even went so far as to light a match. But more timid counsel prevailed, and he concealed it in his desk, carefully locking the desk afterwards.

      It is unnecessary to describe the grief of the little family at Burton's Ranch when the body of the master was brought home. No one had dreamed of speedy death for Richard Burton. He seemed so strong and vigorous that it would have seemed safe to predict for him a long life – long beyond the average; yet here, in middle life, in the fullness of health and vigor, the summons had come.

      To Mrs. Burton, who was a most devoted wife, it was a crushing blow. It seemed at first as if it would be happiness to lie down beside her dead husband, and leave the world for him.

      "What have I to live for now?" she asked, mournfully.

      "You have me, mother," answered Bob, gently. "I have lost my father. What would become of me if I should lose my mother also?"

      "You are right, Robert," said Mrs. Burton. "I was wrong to give way; but it is a very hard trial."

      "Indeed it is, mother," said Robert, kissing her affectionately. "But we must try to bear up."

      Mrs. Burton felt that this was her plain duty, and henceforth strove to control her emotions. She ceased to sob, but her face showed the grief she suffered.

      The funeral took place, and the little family held a council to decide what was to be done.

      "Can we carry on the ranch now that your father is gone?" asked Mrs. Burton, anxiously. "Would it not be better to sell it?"

      "No, mother; the sacrifice would be too great."

      "But I do not feel capable of managing it, Robert."

      "You may think me presumptuous, mother, but my proposal is to assist you, relieving you of the greater part of the care. Between us we can carry it on, I am confident."

      "You are only a boy of sixteen, Robert," objected his mother.

      "That is true; but I have watched carefully the manner in which the ranch has been carried on. Of course you must help, and you will try to get a man with whom I can advise. I am sure we can make a good deal more out of the farm than we could realize from investing the money it would bring."

      "And are you willing to undertake this, Robert? It will be a hard task."

      "I'll help him, missis," said Clip, eagerly.

      "I shall have Clip to advise me, mother," said Robert.

      "No doubt Clip is willing," said Mrs. Burton, smiling faintly; "but after all, it will be only two boys."

      "Try us a single year, mother," said Bob, confidently.

      Mrs. Burton gave her consent, and Bob at once took his father's place, rising early and going to the field to superintend the farming operations. He seemed to have developed at once into a mature man, though in appearance he was still the same. Clip was his loyal assistant, though, being a harum-scarum boy, fond of fun and mischief, he was of very little service as adviser.

      He had mentioned to Bob seeing Aaron Wolverton bending over the body of his father, and exploring his pockets. This puzzled Bob, but he was not prepared to suspect him of anything else than curiosity, until his mother received a call from the real estate agent a month after her husband's decease.

      Aaron Wolverton had been anxious to call before, but something withheld him. It might have been the consciousness of the dishonorable course he had taken. Be that as it may, he finally screwed up his courage to the sticking-point, and walked out to Burton's Ranch early one afternoon.

      Mrs. Burton was at home, as usual, for she seldom went out now. She had no intimate friends in the neighborhood. All that she cared for was under her own roof.

      She looked up in some surprise when Mr. Wolverton was ushered into the sitting-room.

      "I hope I see you well, Mrs. Burton," said the real estate agent, slipping to a seat, and placing his high hat on his knees.

      "I am well in health, Mr. Wolverton," answered the widow, gravely.

      "Yes, yes, of course; I understand," he hastily answered. "Terribly sudden, Mr. Barton's death was, to be sure, but dust we are, and to dust we must return, as the Scripture says."

      Mrs. Burton did not think it necessary to make any reply.

      "I came over to offer my – my condolences," continued Mr. Wolverton.

      "Thank you."

      "And I thought perhaps you might stand in need of some advice from a practical man."

      "Any advice will be considered, Mr. Wolverton."

      "I've been thinkin' the thing over, and I've about made up my mind that the best thing you can do is to sell the ranch," and the real estate agent squinted at Mrs. Burton from under his red eyebrows.

      "That was my first thought; but I consulted with Robert, and he was anxious to have me carry on the ranch with his help."

      Aaron Wolverton shook his head.

      "A foolish plan!" he remarked. "Excuse me for saying so. Of course you, being a woman, are not competent to carry it on – "

      "I have my son Robert to help me," said the widow.

      Aaron Wolverton sniffed contemptuously.

      "A mere boy!" he ejaculated.

      "No; not a mere boy. His father's death and his affection for me have made a man of him at sixteen. He rises early every morning, goes to the fields, and superintends the farming operations. Peter, my head man, says that he is a remarkably smart boy, and understands the business about as well as a man."

      "Still I predict that he'll bring you deeper in debt every year."

      "I don't think so; but, at any rate, I have promised to try the experiment for one year. I can then tell better