" He then sits down and writes
this letter:
My dear Friends,--Your cablegram has made me glad. The day is over.
My latest idea was more successful than I even dared to hope; and
the world has been kind. I went down to see your boy, Jaspar, at
Clifton last week. It was his birthday, you know--nine years old,
and a clever, strong-minded little fellow. He is quite contented.
As he is my god-child, I again claimed the right of putting a
thousand dollars to his credit in the bank,--I have to speak of
dollars to you people living in Canada--which I have done on his
every birthday. When he is twenty-one he will have twenty-one
thousand dollars--quite enough for a start in life. We get along
well together, and I think he will develop a fine faculty for
science. In the summer, as I said, I will bring him over to you.
There is nothing more to say to-night except that I am as always,
Your faithful and loving friend,
JASPAR HUME.
A moment after the letter was finished, the servant entered and announced
"Mr. Late Carscallen." With a smile and hearty greeting the great man and
this member of the White Guard met.
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