The $500 Check — page 55: what you’re looking at

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40 THE $500 CHECK. bore the signs of long wear, aud, opening it, deliberately drew out a folded sheet of note paper, grown yellow with age ani brittle with much handling. Then, adjusting his spec- tacles, he added: ‘‘ Here’s something Id like to read to you, Albert. It’s written by youz father : My Dear JAcoB: I cannot tell you how grateful I am to you for lending me the five hundred dollars I so urgently need. i know it is very nearly, if not quite, ali you possess im the world, and that you can ill spare it. It will save me from failure, and sometime I hope to repay it to you. I: I cannot, I will ask my son Albert to do so when he is able. I don’t want you to lose by your kindness to me. Your affectionate brother, CHARLES MARLOWE. ‘You can see the signature, Albert. You know your father’s handwriting, don’t you ?”’ Squire Marlowe reluctantly took the paper and glanced at it. ‘¢Tt may be my father’s writing,’”’ he said. ‘“May be!’’ repeated the old man, indig- nantly. ‘* What do you mean by that?” ‘I dare say it is. In fact, I remember his {E(0) Al G eyo\o) cS (E(@)