"I don"t know. I suppose they were out."
The next day Ambrose handed the check to his employer and asked if he would indorse it, and so enable him to draw the money.
James Cooper took the check and examined the signature.
"Eliza Merton," said he. "Is it the rich Mrs. Merton who lives on Prairie Avenue?"
"Yes, sir."
"Indeed; I did not know that you were acquainted with her."
"She and my mother were schoolmates."
"And so you keep up the acquaintance?"
"I spent last evening at her house. This check is a gift from her to my mother."
Ambrose Kean rose greatly in the estimation of his employer when the latter learned that Kean had such an aristocratic friend, and he was treated with more respect and consideration than before.
Meanwhile Harold and his mother had enjoyed themselves at the theater.
"I suppose Aunt Eliza went to bed early, Harold," said Mrs. Tracy, as they were on their way home.
"Went to roost with the hens," suggested Harold, laughing at what he thought to be a good joke.
"Probably it is as well for her," said his mother. "It isn"t good for old people to sit up late."
It was about half-past eleven when they were admitted by the drowsy servant.
"I suppose Mrs. Merton went to bed long ago, Laura," said Mrs. Tracy.
"No, ma"am, she set up later than usual."
"That is odd. I thought she would feel lonely."
"Oh, she had company, ma"am."
"Company! Who?"
"Master Luke was here all the evenin", and a young man with him."
Mrs. Tracy frowned ominously.
"The sly young artful!" she said to Harold when they were alone. "He is trying all he can to get on aunt"s weak side. Something will have to be done, or we shall be left out in the cold."
CHAPTER XXV
MRS. TRACY"S BROTHER
A day or two later, while Mrs. Merton was in the city shopping, accompanied by Luke, a man of thirty years of age ascended the steps of the house on Prairie Avenue and rang the bell.
"Is Mrs. Tracy at home?" he asked of the servant who answered the bell.
"Yes, sir; what name shall I give?"
"Never mind about the name. Say it is an old friend."
"Won"t you come in, sir?"
"Yes, I believe I will."
Mrs. Tracy received the message with surprise mingled with curiosity.
"Who can it be?" she asked herself.
She came downstairs without delay.
The stranger, who had taken a seat in the hall, rose and faced her.
"Don"t you know me, Louisa?" he asked.
"Is it you, Warner?" she exclaimed, surprised and! startled.
"Yes," he answered, laughing. "It"s a good while since we met."
"Five years. And have you----"
"What--reformed?"
"Yes."
"Well, I can"t say as to that. I can only tell you that I am not wanted by the police at present. Is the old lady still alive?"
"Aunt Eliza?"
"Of course."
"Yes, she is alive and well."
"I thought perhaps she might have died, and left you in possession of her property."
"Not yet. I don"t think she has any intention of dying for a considerable number of years."
"That is awkward. Has she done nothing for you?"
"We have a free home here, and she makes me a moderate allowance, but she is not disposed to part with much money while she lives."