"He has been gone some time?"
"Yes."
"I should think you would miss him."
"So I do. I miss him constantly."
"You must find it hard to get along without him--financially I mean."
"He left some money behind. I am not in want."
"Ellen, I am really sorry to see you living in such a poor way. These humble rooms are not suitable for you."
Mrs. Mason was rather astonished to hear these words from her brother-in-law. She did not understand that he was preparing the way for another offer.
"It would certainly be pleasant for me to live better," she said. "I hope to when Mark gets older."
"You had better not count too much upon that. An office boy"s wages seldom amount to much. How much does he earn?"
"He averaged about five dollars a week as a telegraph messenger."
"So I supposed. He may get a dollar or two more in a year or two--but what is that?"
"It isn"t much," Mrs. Mason admitted.
"I was talking the matter over with Mary the other day, and it is largely on her account that I came here this morning to make a proposal to you."
"Now it"s coming!" thought Mrs. Mason. "Well?" she said.
"And I have made up my mind to offer you five hundred dollars."
"That is very kind," said Mrs. Mason demurely.
"On condition that you sign this paper releasing me from all responsibility as executor of your father"s estate."
"This seems important to you, Solon," said Mrs. Mason keenly.
"It is a matter of form. I shall present it at the probate court. But it gives me an excuse for offering you a generous gift."
"I will think it over, Solon."
"Think it over? What thinking over do you need? I am not sure that I can give you time for that, as the gift is entirely voluntary on my part. I have brought the money with me, and in five minutes you can be a comparatively rich woman."
"I have just had a telegram from Mark saying that he will be home on Friday. I will wait till he comes. If you will come round Sat.u.r.day----"
"I can"t promise," said Talbot, deeply disappointed. "You stand very much in your own light."
"I can make no other answer, Solon."
"Confound that young meddler, Mark!" muttered Talbot as he left the house. "But for him I should have no difficulty in obtaining his mother"s signature."
CHAPTER x.x.xV.
EDGAR GETS INTO TROUBLE.
WHILE Solon Talbot was intent upon making money, his son Edgar was left to spend his time pretty much as he pleased. His father had secured him a place with a firm of brokers in Wall Street, in fact in the office of Crane & Lawton, through whom he intended to dispose of his mining stocks.
Edgar received five dollars a week, and this his father allowed him to keep for himself. But five dollars a week in a city like New York won"t go very far when a boy gives up his evenings to playing pool.
One night Edgar made the acquaintance of a showy young man whom he ignorantly supposed belonged to a prominent New York family. It was in fact our old acquaintance, Hamilton Schuyler, with whom Mark had already had some experiences which did not impress him very much in the young man"s favor.
Schuyler"s attention was drawn to Edgar at a pool-room in the neighborhood of Forty-Second Street, and he made inquiries about him.
Ascertaining that Edgar"s father was supposed to be rich he cultivated his acquaintance, and flattered him artfully.
"You play a good game of billiards, Mr. Talbot," he said.
"Oh, fair," answered Edgar complacently.
"Do you mind having a game with me?"
"You probably play a good deal better than I do."
"We can try and see. By the way, let me introduce myself," and he handed Edgar his card.
"Schuyler Hamilton!" read Edgar, "that is an old name, is it not?"
"Yes," answered Schuyler carelessly. "I am related to most of the old Knickerbocker families. I am very particular whom I a.s.sociate with, but I saw at once that you were a gentleman."
Foolish Edgar was very much flattered.
"My father is a capitalist," he said. "We used to live in Syracuse, but he thinks he can make more money in New York."
"Just so. There are plenty of chances of making money here. I made five thousand dollars in Wall Street last week myself."
"You did!" exclaimed Edgar dazzled.
"Yes. Sometimes I have made more. I don"t often lose. Which ball will you select. The spot?"
"Yes."
"I suppose it takes considerable money to speculate in Wall Street?"
"Oh no, not on a margin."
"I should like to make a strike myself. I am in the office of Crane & Lawton."