Stepping over to one of the windows, he tore the epistle open. It was from his father, and ran as follows:—
My dear Oliver,—As you supposed, I was greatly astonished to find that you had left home to go to California to hunt up the Aurora mine. I was inclined to think that it was a foolhardy undertaking; but upon reflection I will only say, now you have started, take care of yourself, and don’t run into unnecessary danger.
I have not time to write all I desire, as I am afraid you will not receive the letter if I do not put it in the morning mail.
You say you have enough money for the present. When you reach San Francisco there will be a letter with a money order or express order for you.
I can understand what a surprise it was to meet Colonel Mendix. Have you seen him again? Be sure and keep out of trouble. I have no doubt but that he was deceiving me all the time, and cannot forgive myself for having trusted him as I did.
I suppose you did not return home Tuesday because you thought I might detain you. Well, Oliver, perhaps I might have done so, but as it is, you may go, and God be with you.
I am feeling as well as can be expected. Dr. Kitchell says I must keep quiet and all will be well. It is hard to do so, but I will try to be content.
Let me hear from you as often as possible, and do not hesitate to return at any time, no matter whether you accomplish anything or not. Although if you fail it will be a bitter blow, we will manage somehow to get along.
Now I must close. With all my love I remain, your father,
Arthur Bright.