"My mother is living, and I have a little sister."
"And I suppose they are dependent upon you partly for support."
"Yes, sir."
"Probably you are poor?"
"Yes, sir; our means are very limited."
"So I suppose. What is your name?"
"Mark Mason."
Mr. Rockwell turned to his desk, and opening his check book, deliberately filled up a check. He tore it off and handed it to Mark.
Mark read it in amazement. It was a check for one thousand dollars, payable to the order of Mark Mason.
"A thousand dollars!" he ejaculated.