CHAPTER XXIII.
MARK"S GOOD LUCK.
MARK presented himself at Mr. Rockwell"s office at eleven o"clock.
The letter which he had received was a simple invitation to call, signed by the banker himself.
"Is Mr. Rockwell in?" he asked.
"Yes," said the clerk smiling pleasantly, for Mark was a favorite in the office.
Mark went over to the open door, and stood on the threshold with his hat in his hand.
The banker looked up.
"Oh, it is my young friend the messenger boy!" he said cordially, holding out his hand.
"I hope you are quite recovered, sir," said Mark respectfully.
"Yes, I believe so. The visit of our dynamite friend was quite a shock to me, and at my age it takes longer to recover from the effects of such an incident than at yours. You must not think that I have forgotten what a service you rendered me."
"I am very glad to have done you a service, sir, but I am afraid I must confess that I was thinking partly of myself."
"I don"t think any the less of you for your frankness. Still I am sensible that your promptness and presence of mind saved me from a terrible death--I feel that I ought to do something to show my grat.i.tude."
"You have already repaid me, sir, by your kind words."
"Kind words are well enough, but they are not practical. I should like to take you into my employ but I have no vacancy, and I do not like to discharge any of my old and trusted employees."
"I should not be willing to displace any of them, sir."
"But there may be another way. Are your parents living?"
"My mother is living, and I have a little sister."
"And I suppose they are dependent upon you partly for support."
"Yes, sir."
"Probably you are poor?"
"Yes, sir; our means are very limited."
"So I suppose. What is your name?"
"Mark Mason."
Mr. Rockwell turned to his desk, and opening his check book, deliberately filled up a check. He tore it off and handed it to Mark.
Mark read it in amazement. It was a check for one thousand dollars, payable to the order of Mark Mason.
"A thousand dollars!" he e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed.
"Yes, does it seem to you a large amount? I a.s.sure you that I value my life a great deal higher than this sum, so I shall remain your debtor."
"It seems a fortune to me, Mr. Rockwell. How can I thank you for your generous gift?"
"My boy, generosity is a variable quality--I am blessed by fortune, and for me it is a small sum to bestow in return for the heroic act. Would you like to have Mr. Nichols go with you to identify you at the bank?"
"I don"t think I should like to draw it all, sir. I should be afraid to have so much money in my possession."
"Then you can leave it with me as a deposit subject to your call. How much of it would you like to draw now?"
"About fifty dollars, sir. I would like to buy a dress for my mother and sister and a new suit for myself."
"Well thought of. Will you call Mr. Nichols?"
The clerk made his appearance.
"My young friend wishes to make a deposit with our house. Let him indorse the check. Then credit him with the entire amount, and he will draw what sum he wishes."
"You are in luck, Mark," said the clerk when Mark accompanied him into the main office. "You are in luck, and I am heartily glad of it."
"Thank you, Mr. Nichols. I feel rich."
"It is a good beginning at any rate. I am ten years older than you probably, but I haven"t as much money as you. But I don"t envy you, and I won"t even ask for a loan."
When Mark left the office and reappeared on Broadway his face was flushed with pleasure, and he walked with the elastic step of one whose spirits are light.
Just as he stepped into the street, he met his cousin Edgar.
"h.e.l.lo!" said Edgar in a condescending tone. "So it"s you, is it?"
"To the best of my knowledge it is, my good cousin."
"Don"t call me cousin," said Edgar, hastily.
"I won"t," answered Mark promptly. "I am just as much ashamed of the relationship as you are."
"I suppose that is a joke!" responded Edgar haughtily. "If it is, it is a poor one."
"No joke at all!"
"Where have you been?"
"To the office of Mr. Rockwell, my banker."