Jack was even more astonished.
"Call at the office," the letter ran, "the first time you are in
New York,--the sooner the better. I have some information
regarding the ore properties that may interest you."
As the young fellow had not heard from his uncle in many moons,
the surprise was all the greater. Nor, if the truth be known, had
he laid eyes on that gentleman since he left the shelter of his
home, except at Corinne's wedding,--and then only across the
church, and again in the street, when his uncle stopped and shook
his hand in a rather perfunctory way, complimenting him on his
bravery in rescuing MacFarlane, an account of which he had seen in
the newspapers, and ending by hoping that his new life would "drop
some shekels into his clothes." Mrs. Breen, on the contrary, while
she had had no opportunity of expressing her mental attitude
toward the exile, never having seen him since he walked out of her
front door, was by no means oblivious to Jack's social and
business successes. "I hear Jack was at Mrs.
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