has for ages.

Feeling dry, he treated himself to a glass of soda, and then asked
permission to leave his bundle in the shop where he made the purchase.

"All right," said the proprietor. "Leave it there, with your name on
it," and Nat did as requested.

He was soon down in the public park, and then went out on Goat Island.
The great falls were a revelation to him--just as they are to all
visitors--and he remained for a long time in one spot, gazing first at
the American Falls, and then at the Horseshoe or Canadian Falls.

"What an awful mass of water!" was his thought. "How grand! How very
grand!"

From Goat Island, Nat walked over to the Three Sisters. On the last of
the Three Sisters he sat down on a great rock to look at the rushing and
swirling rapids--a sight which to many is as grand as that of the Falls
themselves.

"No boat could ever live in that river," he thought, and he was right.

Sitting on a rock he got to thinking of his financial affairs, and felt
in his clothing for his bills, to count them over.

When he realized that the money was gone, a sudden cold sweat came out
on his brow. He looked around him, and gave a groan.

"I must have dropped the bills somewhere," he muttered. "But where?"
Never once did he imagine that he had been robbed, and it may be added
here, he never learned the truth.

To look for the money would have been a hopeless task, and Nat did not
attempt it. Having gazed around on the rocks, he sat down to review the
situation.

"Just twenty-two cents left," he mused, as he counted over his change.
"That won't do more than buy a dinner. And what am I to do after it is
gone? What a fool I was not to take care of my money. I'm a regular
greeny, after all!"

Nat was greatly depressed in spirits, and he gave a sigh that seemed to
come from his very soul. Then, gazing up once more, he gave a quick cry
of alarm.

A fashionably dressed young man had appeared before him, wearing a
button-hole bouquet, and light tan gloves. The fellow had a wild look in
his eyes, and was on the point of throwing himself headlong into the
swiftly flowing rapids.

"Don't!" screamed Nat, and with one mighty leap, he caught the
fashionably dressed young man by the arm, and forcibly hauled him
backwards.

"Let--let me go!" was the frightened return. "I--I--let me go!"

"You shan't throw yourself in the rapids!" said Nat. He held the young
man tightly. "It's death to do that! Don't you know it?"