“You see, I’m a self-made man,” went on Mr. Norton. “I left home long before my sister Mary had married your father. I went out to Chicago, and all the money I have I made there without help from any one.”
“Are you rich?” I ventured.
“Oh, no; but I’m comfortable,—that is, I will be when I get back the money I loaned your father.”
“Father couldn’t have borrowed much.”
“What?” cried Mr. Norton. “That is all you know about it. He came to me pretty often; and that money, added to the funeral expenses, made a good round sum.”
“How much?” I asked faintly.
“All told, it’s just six hundred and fifty dollars,” was the reply.
CHAPTER V.
HOT WORDS.
I cannot say that my first impression of Mr. Enos Norton was a favorable one. His manner was domineering, and evidently he intended to conduct matters to suit himself.