"This is my family," said Miss Norris,
pointing to the cats.
"I like cats," said Carl.
"Do you?" returned Miss Norris, looking
pleased. "Most boys tease them. Do you see
poor Molly's ear? That wound came from a
stone thrown by a bad boy."
"Many boys are cruel," said Carl, "but I
remember that my mother was very fond of cats,
and I have always protected them from abuse."
As he spoke he stroked Molly, who purred
an acknowledgment of his attention. This
completed the conquest of Miss Norris, who
inwardly decided that Carl was the finest boy
she had ever met. After she had served Carl
from the dishes on the table, she poured out
two saucers of milk and set one before each cat,
who, rising upon her hind legs, placed her
forepaws on the table, and gravely partook
of the refreshments provided. Jane and Molly
were afterwards regaled with cold meat, and
then, stretching themselves out on their chairs,
closed their eyes in placid content.
During the meal Miss Norris questioned Carl
closely as to his home experiences. Having
no reason for concealment Carl frankly related
his troubles with his stepmother, eliciting
expressions of sympathy and approval from his hostess.
"Your stepmother must be an ugly creature?" she said.
"I am afraid I am prejudiced against her,"
said Carl, "but that is my opinion."
"Your father must be very weak to be influenced
against his own son by such a woman."
Carl winced a little at this outspoken criticism,
for he was attached to his father in spite of his
unjust treatment.
"My father is an invalid," he said, apologetically,
"and I think he yielded for the sake of peace."
"All the same, he ought not to do it," said
Miss Norris. "Do you ever expect to live at
home again?"
"Not while my stepmother is there,"
answered Carl. "But I don't know that I should
care to do so under any circumstances, as I
am now receiving a business training. I
should like to make a little visit home," he
added, thoughtfully, "and perhaps I may do
so after I return from Chicago. I shall have
no favors to ask, and shall feel independent."
"If you ever need a home," said Miss
Norris, abruptly, "come here. You will be welcome."
"Thank you very much," said Carl, gratefully.
"It is all the more kind in you since
you have known me so short a time."
"I have known you long enough to judge
of you," said the maiden lady. "And now if
you won't have anything more we will go into
the next room and talk business."
Carl followed her into the adjoining room,
and Miss Norris at once plunged into the subject.
She handed him a business card bearing
this inscription:
JOHN FRENCH,
BOOTS, SHOES AND RUBBER GOODS,
42a State Street, CHICAGO.
"This young man wants me to lend him two
thousand dollars to extend his business," she
said. "He is the son of an old school friend,
and I am willing to oblige him if he is a sober,
steady and economical business man. I want
you to find out whether this is the case and
report to me."
"Won't that be difficult?" asked Carl.
"Are you afraid to undertake anything that is difficult?"
"No," answered Carl, with a smile. "I was only afraid
I might not do the work satisfactorily."
"I shall give you no instructions," said Miss Norris.
"I shall trust to your good judgment.
I will give you a letter to Mr. French,
which you can use or not, as you think wise.
Of course, I shall see that you are paid for
your trouble."
"Thank you," said Carl. "I hope my services
may be worth compensation."
"I don't know how you are situated as to money,
but I can give you some in advance,"
and the old lady opened her pocketbook.
"No, thank you, Miss Norris; I shall not need it.
I might have been short if you had not kindly paid me
a reward for a slight service."
"Slight, indeed! If you had lost a bank
book like mine you would be glad to get it
back at such a price. If you will catch the
rascal who stole it I will gladly pay you as
much more."
"I wish I might for my own sake, but I am
afraid it would be too late to recover my money
and clothing."
At an early hour Carl left the house,
promising to write to Miss Norris from Chicago.