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Five Hundred Dollars; or, Jacob Marlowe’s Secret
Chapter 5. Uncle Jacob Receives His Walking Papers
Horatio Alger
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       _ CHAPTER V. UNCLE JACOB RECEIVES HIS WALKING PAPERS
       Squire Marlowe returned to the breakfast room, wearing rather an embarrassed expression. Percy had followed his mother, and the old man found himself for a short time alone. There was a twinkle of amusement in his eyes, which vanished on the reappearance of his nephew.
       "I am sorry to have left you alone, Uncle Jacob," said the squire, civilly.
       "Oh, don't treat me with any ceremony, Albert. Being as we are such near relations, we ought to be free and easy like."
       "I am glad to hear you say so, for I shall be obliged to treat you unceremoniously."
       "Eh?" said Uncle Jacob, inquiringly.
       "I regret to say that my wife, who is of a _very_ delicate organization, is taken suddenly ill, and I am afraid I shall have to ask you to cut your visit short, and come again some other time."
       "I'm surprised to hear that, Albert. I thought Mrs. Marlowe looked in excellent health."
       "You can't always tell by outward appearances. She is subject to severe headaches, and in that condition can't bear the least noise or excitement. That is why I can't invite you to stay any longer."
       "I understand," said Uncle Jacob, with--it might have been--a little significance in his tone.
       "I have no doubt," went on the squire, "that Mrs. Barton will be glad to have you pay her a short visit. I will get Percy to drive you down there."
       "Thank you," answered the old man, dryly, "but it's only a little way, and I don't mind walking."
       "Just as you prefer," said the squire, relieved by Uncle Jacob's declination of his offer, for he knew that Percy would not enjoy the trip.
       "I'll get ready to go at once, Albert. Oh, about my plan of opening a cigar store in Lakeville?"
       "I cannot advise you to do it," rejoined the squire, hastily. "You wouldn't make enough to pay your rent, or not much more."
       "Don't the men in your factory smoke? There's a good many of them. If I could get their trade----"
       "They smoke pipes for the most part," said the squire, hurriedly. "They'd find cigars too expensive."
       "I meant to combine candy with cigars. That would be a help."
       "They keep candy at the grocery store, Uncle Jacob."
       "I see there isn't much show for me. Now if I only understood your business, you could give me something to do in the factory, Albert."
       "But you don't, and, in fact, Uncle Jacob, it's too hard work for a man of your age."
       "Then what would you advise me to do, Albert?" asked the old man, earnestly.
       Squire Marlowe assumed a thoughtful look. In fact, he was puzzled to decide how best to get rid of the troublesome old man. To have him remain in Lakeville was not to be thought of. He would gladly have got rid of Mrs. Barton and her son, whose relationship to his family was unfortunately known, but there seemed to be no way clear to that without the expenditure of money. To have Uncle Jacob for a neighbor, in addition, would be a source of mortification, not only to himself, but even more to his wife and Percy, whose aristocratic ideas he well knew.
       "I think you told me you had five hundred dollars," he said, after a pause.
       "About that."
       "Then I really think it would be the best thing you could do to go back to California, where you are known, and where you can doubtless obtain some humble employment which will supply your moderate wants. It won't cost you much for dress----"
       "No, Albert; this coat and vest will do me for best five years longer."
       "Just so! That is fortunate. So you see you've only got your board to pay."
       "I might get sick," suggested Uncle Jacob, doubtfully.
       "You look pretty healthy. Besides, you'll have part of your five hundred dollars left, you know."
       "That's so! What a good calculator you are, Albert! Besides, if things came to the worst, there's that five hundred dollars I lent your father twenty-seven years ago. No doubt you'd pay me back, and----"
       "I don't know what you refer to," said Squire Marlowe, coldly.
       "Surely you haven't forgot the time when your father was so driven for money, when you were a lad of fifteen, and I let him have all I had except about fifty dollars that I kept for a rainy day."
       "This is news to me, Uncle Jacob," said the squire, with a chilling frown. "You must excuse me for saying that I think you labor under a delusion."
       Uncle Jacob surveyed his neighbor intently, with a gaze which disconcerted him in spite of his assurance.
       "Fortunately, I am able to prove what I say," he rejoined, after a slight pause.
       He drew from his pocket a wallet which bore the signs of long wear, and, opening it, deliberately drew out a folded sheet of note paper, grown yellow with age and brittle with much handling. Then, adjusting his spectacles, he added: "Here's something I'd like to read to you, Albert. It's written by your 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, all you possess in the world, and that you can ill spare it. It will save me from failure, and sometime I hope to repay it to you. If 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.
       "It may be my father's writing," he said.
       "May be!" repeated the old man, indignantly. "What do you mean by that?"
       "I dare say it is. In fact, I remember his mentioning the matter to me before he died."
       "What did he say?"
       "That it was quite a favor to him, the loan, but that he repaid it within three years from the time he received it."
       "What!" exclaimed Uncle Jacob, pushing his spectacles up, in his amazement. "Your father said that?"
       "Yes, he did," answered Albert Marlowe, with unabashed effrontery.
       "That he paid back the five hundred dollars I lent him?"
       "That's what I said," repeated the squire, impatiently.
       "Then it's a lie--not of my brother's, but of--somebody's. That money remains unpaid to this day."
       Squire Marlowe shrugged his shoulders. "No doubt you think so," he said, "but you are growing old, and old people are forgetful. That is the most charitable view to take of your statement."
       "I wouldn't have believed this, Albert," said the old man, sorrowfully. "And you a rich man, too! I don't mind the money. I can get along without it. But to be told that I am claiming what has already been repaid!"
       "I don't lay it up against you," went on the squire, smoothly. "I've no doubt you have forgotten the payment of the debt, and----"
       "I don't forget so easily, though I am sixty-five. Don't fear that I shall ask for it again--indeed, I haven't asked for it at all--but I shall not forget how you have treated my claim. Of course it amounts to nothing in law--it's outlawed long ago--but I only wish my poor brother were alive to disprove your words."
       Even Albert Marlowe was shamed by the old man's sorrowful dignity.
       "We can't agree about that, Uncle Jacob," he said; "but if ever you get very hard up, let me know, and I'll see if I can't help you--in a small way."
       "You are very kind," answered the old man, "but I don't think that time will come. As you say, my wants are few, and I am still able to work. I'll go up to my room and get my valise, and then I'll go over to Mary Barton's."
       "Thank Heaven! I've got rid of him," mused the squire, as from the doorway he saw Uncle Jacob walking slowly down the street. "I was afraid he'd mention that money he lent father. With twenty-seven years' interest it would amount to a good deal of money--more than I could well spare. I don't think I shall hear from it again."
       "Has he gone, Albert?" asked Mrs. Marlowe, returning to the breakfast-room.
       "Yes; I told him you were indisposed, and couldn't stand excitement."
       "No matter what you told him, as long as we are rid of him." _
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Chapter 1. A New Arrival In Lakeville
Chapter 2. Uncle Jacob's Reception
Chapter 3. A Visit To The Factory
Chapter 4. Uncle Jacob's Startling Revelation
Chapter 5. Uncle Jacob Receives His Walking Papers
Chapter 6. Squire Marlowe Is Surprised
Chapter 7. Uncle Jacob Leaves Lakeville
Chapter 8. Discharged
Chapter 9. Mrs. Barton's Secret
Chapter 10. Stolen Money
Chapter 11. The Twenty-Dollar Bill
Chapter 12. Mr. Jones Is Excited
Chapter 13. Percy Gets Rid Of The Bill
Chapter 14. Bert Stands Trial
Chapter 15. Bert's Triumphant Vindication
Chapter 16. What Became Of The Stolen Note
Chapter 17. After The Trial
Chapter 18. Bert Obtains Work
Chapter 19. Bert's Experience As A Farmer's Boy
Chapter 20. Bert Is Placed In An Embarrassing Position
Chapter 21. The Midnight Visit To The Pantry
Chapter 22. A Panic At Farmer Wilson's
Chapter 23. Bert Forms A Resolution
Chapter 24. The Office Of The Magnet Mine
Chapter 25. An Advertisement And What Came Of It
Chapter 26. Bert Secures Board In Harrisburg
Chapter 27. A Boarding-House In Harrisburg
Chapter 28. Bert's First Appearance On Any Stage
Chapter 29. Bert Secures A Box Of Mr. Harding's Papers
Chapter 30. Bert Obtains An Important Clew
Chapter 31. Squire Marlowe Is Surprised
Chapter 32. Hiram French, Of Chicago
Chapter 33. A Late Arrival At Mrs. Barton's Cottage
Chapter 34. Bert Interviews Harding's Sister
Chapter 35. Success Comes Strangely
Chapter 36. Ralph Harding Is Found
Chapter 37. Albert Marlowe Meets His Victim
Chapter 38. Mr. Barton Defies The Squire
Chapter 39. Conclusion