The $500 Check — page 289: what you’re looking at

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270 THE $500 CHECK. The thought led Squire Marlowe to look around him. What he saw almost paralyzed him with surprise. There—at a neighboring table—sat Uncle Jacob, enjoying a luxurious dinner, the cost of which the squire, with the bill of fare before him, estimated must come to a high figure. ‘“Can that be Uncle Jacob?’’ Albert Mar- lowe asked himself in amazement. ‘* How on earth can a clerk on twelve dollars a week salary afford to dine at a restaurant like this?”’ As he had not yet given his order, he moved over to the table occupied by Uncle Jacob, and took a seat opposite him. ‘¢ Albert Marlowe !’’ exclaimed the old man, recognizing him with surprise. ‘Yes, Uncle Jacob, it is I. But what on earth brings you here?’’ ‘“‘T should think it was pretty evident,”’ said Jacob Marlowe with a smile, ‘‘I came in for my dinner.”’ ‘“Yes, but—do you usually come here ?’’ ‘“Not always—perhaps half the time. [I make my heartiest meal of the day at this time—unlike most New Yorkers—and like if | to be a good one.’’ GOmMmIchbooks Go