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Aunt Jane's Nieces

The connection

was rather curious.

But it was not until Saturday morning that the truth dawned upon him,

and struck him like a blow from a sledge-hammer.

He had occasion to visit Mr. Marvin's private office, but being told

that the gentleman was engaged with an important customer, he lingered

outside the door, waiting.

Presently the door was partly opened.

"Don't forget to sell two thousand of the Continental stock tomorrow,"

he heard a familiar voice say.

"I'll not forget, Mr. Merrick," answered the banker.

"And buy that property on Bleeker street at the price offered. It's a

fair proposition, and I need the land."

"Very well, Mr. Merrick. Would it not be better for me to send these

papers by a messenger to your house?"

"No; I'll take them myself. No one will rob me." And then the door

swung open and, chuckling in his usual whimsical fashion, Uncle John

came out, wearing his salt-and-pepper suit and stuffing; a bundle of

papers into his inside pocket.

The Major stared at him haughtily, but made no attempt to openly

recognize the man. Uncle John gave a start, laughed, and then walked

away briskly, throwing a hasty "good-bye" to the obsequious banker,

who followed him out, bowing low.

The Major returned to his office with a grave face, and sat for the

best part of three hours in a brown study. Then he took his hat and

went home.

Patsy asked anxiously if anything had happened, when she saw his face;

but the Major shook his head.

Uncle John arrived just in time for dinner, in a very genial mood,

and he and Patsy kept up a lively conversation at the table while the

Major looked stern every time he caught the little man's eye.

But Uncle John never minded. He was not even as meek and humble as

usual, but laughed and chatted with the freedom of a boy just out of

school, which made Patsy think the new clothes had improved him in

more ways than one.

When dinner was over the Major led them into the sitting-room, turned

up the lights, and then confronted the little man with a determined

and majestic air.

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