“To a boy it may seem so. Once I thought I might have a good deal more to leave you. Go to the trunk and search till you find a paper folded in an envelope with your name.”
Ernest went to the trunk. He found the envelope readily, and held it up.
“Is that it, uncle?”
“Yes. Put it in your pocket, and read it after I am gone. Then be guided by circumstances. It may amount to something hereafter.”
“I have told you, Ernest, that I do not expect to live long. I have a feeling that twenty-four hours from now I shall be gone.”
“Oh, no, uncle, not so soon!” exclaimed Ernest in a shocked tone.
“Yes, I think so. If you have any questions to ask me while I yet have life, ask, for it is your right.”
“Yes, Uncle Peter, I have long wished to know something about myself. Have I any relatives except you?”
“I am not your relative,” answered the old man slowly.