The $500 Check — page 208: what you’re looking at

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A PANIO AT FARMER WILSON’S. 189 respectable house through a window? He’ll end up his days in jail.”’ ‘¢ Does—does he look desperate ?”’ inquired Silas Wilson. ‘‘ Would he be likely to hurt me or Mis’ Wilson 2” ‘*No; he says he would like to have you come up.”’ ‘* Well, of all things!’ ejaculated Sophia. ‘*lve got something to tell you,’’? went on Bert, turning from one to the other. ‘‘He wants me to tell you before you go up. It is some one whom you both know, though you haven’t seen him for a good many years.” Silas did not understand, but a mother’s in- stincts were quicker. ‘“Ts it our son—Phineas?’’ she asked. ““ Yes,’’ answered Bert; ‘‘it is your son.”’ ‘Who stole fifty dollars from his father, and crept away like a thief in the night!”’ ex- elaimed the farmer indignantly. ‘*He has suffered, and is very weak,” re- joined Bert. ‘‘ He hadn’t had anything to eat for twenty-four hours, and I may as well tell you that it was I who came downstairs in Gomichoo <S) (E(@) m