"Silver or paper, dad?" asked Torn, mischievously.
"Now, Tom"
"Oh, I know what you mean, dad, and I'll be as quiet as a mule with a sandbag tied to his tail," answered the fun-loving offspring.
The day after Anderson Rover's departure from the farm was quiet enough, but on the morning following the boys' uncle received a letter in the mail which seemed to trouble him not a little.
"I must attend to this matter without delay," said Randolph Rover to his wife.
"What is wrong, Randolph?"
"I don't think I can explain to you, Martha. It's about those traction company bonds I purchased a few months ago."
"Those you paid ten thousand dollars for?"
"Yes."
"What about them?"
"As I said before, I can't explain—it is rather a complicated affair."
"They are yours, aren't they, Randolph?"
"Oh, yes. But"
"Aren't they worth what you gave for them?"
"I hope so."
"Can't you find out and make sure?"
"That is what I am going to do," replied Randolph Rover, and heaved a deep sigh. As my old
