The $500 Check — page 33: what you’re looking at

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20 THE $500 CHECK. Barton at her own house,’ put in the squire, hastily. | ‘Well, perhaps it would.” ‘“By the way, Uncle Jacob, I hope your ex- periences of California are pleasant,’’ insinu- ated Squire Marlowe. ‘‘They’re mixed, Albert. DPve had my ups and downs.”’ ‘‘T have heard of large fortunes being made there,’’ pursued the squire. ‘‘I sup- pose there’s some truth in what we hear ?’* ‘To be sure! Why, ten years from the time I went to the mines I had a hundred thousand dollars deposited to my credit in a Sacramento bank.’’ Squire Marlowe’s eyes sparkled with pleas- ure. It was just what he had been hoping to find out. So Uncle Jacob was rich, after all! The squire’s manner became even more gra- cious, and he pressed upon his relative another plate of ice cream. ‘¢ No, thank you, Albert,’’ said the old man. ‘*1’m used to plain livin’. Itisn’t often I sit down to a meal like this. Do you know, Gomichoo “S) (E(@)