The $500 Check — page 42: what you’re looking at

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UNCLE JACOB’S STARTLING REVELATION. 29 shoes, and it is thought best to suspend tem- porarily. It’ll be rather hard on me.”’ ‘Yes, it will,’’ said his mother, gravely. ‘*T earn so little at sewing balls.’’ ‘‘Don’t you think I could get a job at that, mother ?”’ ‘“No, you could not do the work satisfac- torily. Besides there are hands enough for all that is required. Well, we must hope for the best.”’ ‘‘T think I can manage to earn something, mother,’ said Bert, hopefully. ‘‘Pll try hard, anyway.’’ “We won’t worry till the time comes, Bert.”’ An hour later there was a knock at the door. Mrs. Barton answered it in person. “Why, Uncle Jacob, is it really you?”’ she exclaimed, joyfully. ‘“T’m delighted to see you, Mary,’’ said the old man, his face lighting up. ‘‘I’ve beer waiting twenty-five years for this meeting.’’ “Come right in, Uncle Jacob. I can hardly believe it is really you. Now tell me why you have not written these many years.”’ GOmichoo CS (E(@)