Stella Rosevelt — page 319: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

“J PROMISE.” 313 ' He glanced as he concluded toward the private drawer in his desk, where he always kept his check-book, and she knew that he wanted her to go and fill out a check for the amount that Mr. Richards had named. | She arose, went to the desk, unlocked the drawer with trem- bling fingers, and drew forth the book. Opening it, she filled out a check, as she had often done for him during the last few months, then tearing it out, carried it to him, with a pen filled with ink. He turned it over and wrote his name on the back without a word, and then returned it to her to sign. She took it mechanically, but stood irresolute for a moment, looking at him, while her cheeks grew crimson. ‘Give it to him, dear; it is to be your gift,” Mr. Rosevelt said, glancing at Mr. Richards, who sat staring at them both in blank amazement. : A brilliant smile parted Star’s red lips; she shot a grateful look at Uncle Jacob, and advancing to their visitor's side, laid the check down before him. One glance at the figures, and the overburdened man bowed his head upon the table with a groan. ‘I cannot take it! I cannot take it—and from you, of all persons!” he said, brokenly. ‘“Why not from her?” Mr. Rosevelt asked, huskily, ‘‘ All that I have belongs to this dear girl], and, as I have told her many times, I live only to make her happy. Se asked me to do this to-day after we had met you, because, she said, you had been kind to her in the past, and she longed to help you out of your trouble. So take it as her gift, my boy; make the best use of it that you can, and welcome.” | George Richards groaned again, while he reached forth and grasped the old man’s hand, wringing it in silent gratitude, yet overwhelmed with shame and remorse as he remembered all (E() scomicbooks