I'll
not be afraid of work, presently. . . . Now, Miss Burch, you've been so
kind--I'm going to ask you to lend me a little money. I'll pay it back. I
can't promise just when. But some day. Will you?"
"Assuredly I will," she replied, heartily. "I'm happy to have the
opportunity to help you. How much will you need for immediate use? Five
hundred dollars?"
"Oh no, not so much as that," he replied. "Just railroad fare home, and
then to Kansas, and to pay board while I get well, you know, and look
around."
"We'll make it five hundred, anyway," she replied, and, rising, she went
toward the library. "Excuse me a moment." She wrote the check and,
returning, gave it to him.
"You're very good," he said, rather low.
"Not at all," replied Carley. "You have no idea how much it means to me to
be permitted to help you. Before I forget, I must ask you, can you cash
that check here in New York?"
"Not unless you identify me," he said, ruefully, "I don't know anyone I
could ask."
"Well, when you leave here go at once to my bank--it's on Thirty-fourth
Street--and I'll telephone the cashier. So you'll not have any difficulty.
Will you leave New York at once?"
"I surely will. It's an awful place.
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