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Mr. Talbot frowned and looked vexed.
"Ask advice of a boy of sixteen!" he sneered. "Surely you are better able to judge what is best than he."
"I am not sure about that. At any rate he is interested, and I prefer to wait till I see him."
"Then the offer of a hundred dollars is withdrawn."
"Just as you think best, Solon. I shall not sign without consulting Mark."
"Well, I will leave the paper, then," said Talbot, finding it hard to conceal his chagrin. "I hope for your sake that Mark will advise you sensibly."
"I think he will. He is young, but he has always shown good judgment."
"Confound the woman!" muttered Talbot, as he left the house. "It is most provoking to have her act in this way. Should she hear of the Golden Hope mine it would be most disastrous. Once let me obtain her release and I can sell it out for my own advantage."
CHAPTER XXII.
A CRAFTY SCHEMER.
"YOUR uncle has been here, Mark," said Mrs. Mason, when Mark reached home.
"I can tell you what business he came about, mother."
"He wanted my signature to a paper acknowledging that I had received my full share of father's estate."
"You didn't give it?" inquired Mark anxiously.
"No; I would not take such an important step without your knowledge."
"I feel much relieved. I have not told you what I found on my journey to Niagara."
"What is it?"
"That Uncle Solon is trying to cheat you out of a large sum of money."
"Is that possible? But father did not leave a fortune."
"So we all supposed. What if I should tell you that he left you enough to make you comfortable for life on your share."
Mrs. Mason looked incredulous.
"Here, read this memorandum, mother," and Mark explained briefly how he came into possession of it.
"Tell me what it all means, Mark. I have a poor head for business."
"It means that grandfather owned four hundred shares of the Golden Hope mine in Colorado. Probably he bought it for a small sum. But it has proved unexpectedly rich, and it will probably soon be worth one hundred dollars a share. That means twenty thousand dollars for you, mother."
"And Solon Talbot wants me to relinquish my claim for a hundred dollars!" exclaimed Mrs. Mason indignantly.
"Exactly so, mother."
"Then I will give him a piece of my mind when he comes here this afternoon."
"Don't do it, mother. It is our policy to make him think we are ignorant of the existence of this important item in grandfather's estate. Only you must steadily refuse to sign a release."
"I will. I hope you will be here when he calls."
"I will get off for the afternoon. I wish to be here myself. I have a little headache, which will give me an excuse."
When Solon Talbot called on his sister-in-law about three o'clock in the afternoon he was rather disgusted to find Mark at home. He knew that Mark was much more clear-sighted than his mother, and he feared that he would influence her to refuse her signature.
"Good afternoon, Ellen," he said suavely.
"Take a seat, Mr. Talbot," said Mrs. Mason coldly.
"How do you happen to be at home, Mark?" asked Solon, regarding Mark with a slight frown.
"I got excused for the afternoon. I have a headache."
"Perhaps you won't mind going out for a few minutes. I wish to speak to your mother on business."
"Do you wish me to go out, mother?" asked Mark.
"No. Whatever affects you affects me. Besides, I may want your advice."
"I don't ask Edgar for advice," returned Solon Talbot dryly.
"I suppose not. You are a business man, and can judge better than he. I am not a business man."
"You are older than Mark."
"I have always found Mark a safe and good adviser."
"You will spoil him by such flattery."
"I am not afraid of it."
"Very well. I will humor your prejudices. Mark may have more judgment than I give him credit for."
This he said because he saw that it was necessary under the circ.u.mstances to propitiate Mark. The telegraph boy understood his uncle's object very well and was amused, but remained outwardly grave.
"Thank you, uncle," he said briefly.
"I will address myself, then, to both of you. You will remember that I offered you a hundred dollars in cash--I have the money with me," he added, tapping his pocket--"if you will sign acknowledgment that you have received your full share of your father's estate. It is a mere form, but I want to wind the whole business up and have it off my hands."