Mr. Clark began to look for the boy"s return.

Still there was no Donald!

Then came another letter:

_Crescent Ranch, Glen City, Idaho._

DEAR FATHER:

You have been so generous in letting me follow out my own wishes as to my future, that I hardly know how to write you. I hope you will not be disappointed when you hear what I am going to say. The fact is, dad, after thinking the matter well over I have changed my mind about studying law. I have become tremendously interested in Crescent Ranch and in wool-growing, and I am wild to jump into the work.

If I thought you approved I should like to stay out here and see the buildings finished and then go to Kansas City with Sandy to select more sheep. If, however, you wish me to continue my law course I am perfectly willing to come East and take my degree.

Please wire.

Affectionately your son, DONALD CLARK.

Donald"s father read the letter twice. Then he called his stenographer.

"Lawson," he said briskly, "I want to dictate a telegram and have you get it off right away. Here is the message:

"_Mr. Donald Clark, Crescent Ranch, Glen City, Idaho._

"Cut out the law. Take up sheeping. Three cheers for you!

"(Signed) WILLARD PAYSON CLARK.

"Now repeat the message."

The stenographer did so.

Mr. Clark chuckled aloud.

"That is O. K., Lawson. Send it along as soon as possible. Oh, and Lawson--here is a gold-piece which goes with that telegram. Keep it in memory of this day, for it is the happiest one of my life. Mr. Donald is coming into Clark & Sons!"