“I am fully aware of that,” Mr. Merrimac nodded. “Fact is, I’ve talked to court officials about the lad. I mean to help him if I can.”
“He has a good home with Mrs. Jones,” Brad said hastily. “What’s more, he likes it there.”
“Oh, I have no intention of taking the boy away from her. That thought never entered my head. I did think that later on, the lad may want a little special schooling that Mrs. Jones may not be able to provide. That’s where I aim to step into the picture.”
“Why, that’s fine!” Brad exclaimed, while Dan echoed the sentiment.
“To get back to the purpose of my call here tonight,” Mr. Merrimac resumed. “You’ll remember I promised that if my money were recovered I’d not forget the church fund?”
“Yes, but we wouldn’t hold you to it,” Brad said generously.
“Tut! I always intended to give to the building fund. I was a bit testy about it because of my loss. Well, I can see you’re in a hurry to get started on those victuals, so I’ll cut it short. Here’s my donation.”
He handed Dan a check. The boy read the figure $1,500.00 and whistled softly.
“Wow! This is more than generous, Mr. Merrimac! It’s magnificent.”
“Your contribution will put the Cubs over the top!” added Brad.