Five Hundred Dollars; or, Jacob Marlowe's Secret

CHAPTER I.

A NEW ARRIVAL IN LAKEVILLE.

Slowly through the village street walked an elderly man, with bronzed features and thin gray hair, supporting his somewhat uncertain steps by a stout cane. He was apparently tired, for, seeing a slight natural elevation under a branching elm tree, he sat down, and looked thoughtfully about him.

"Well," he said, "Lakev...