know many folks in the
city?"

"Oh, yes, a great many. Some are business friends and some are folks in
high society."

"I don't care for no high society. But I've got to collect six hundred
dollars an' I want somebody to identify me."

"Oh, I can do that easily, Mr. Bean."

"Kin ye?" The farmer grew interested at once. "If ye kin I'll be much
obliged to ye."

"Where must you be identified?"

"Down to the office of Barwell & Cameron, on Broad street. Do ye know
'em?"

"I know of them, and I can find somebody who does know them, so there
will not be the least trouble."

"It's a load off my mind," said Josiah Bean, with a sigh. "Ye see, the
money is comin' to my wife. She writ to 'em that I was comin' to collect
an' they writ back it would be all right, only I would have to be
identified. Jest as if everybody in Haydown Center don't know I'm Josiah
Bean an' a piller in the Union Church down there, an' a cousin to Jedge
Bean o' Lassindale."

"Well, they have to be mighty particular when they pay out any money in
the city. There are so many sharpers around."

"I ain't no sharper."

"To be sure you are not, and neither am I. But I once had trouble
getting money."

"Is thet so?"

"Yes. But after I proved who I was the folks were pretty well ashamed of
themselves," went on Henry Davis, smoothly.

So the talk ran on and at the end of half an hour the old farmer and the
slick-looking individual were on exceedingly friendly terms. Henry
Davis asked much about the old man and gathered in a good stock of
information.

When Philadelphia was gained it was dark, and coming out of the big
railroad station Joe at first knew not which way to turn. The noise and
the crowd of people confused him.

"Have a cab? Carriage?" bawled the hackmen.

"Paper!" yelled a newsboy. "All the evenin' papers!"

"Smash yer baggage!" called out a luggage boy, not near as tall as our
hero.

Looking ahead, Joe saw Josiah Bean and the slick-looking individual
moving down the street and without realizing it, our hero began to
follow the pair.

"He must be some friend," said our hero to himself.

He wondered where they were going and his curiosity getting the better
of him he continued to follow them for half a dozen blocks. At last they
came to a halt in front of a building displaying the sign:

JOHNSON'S QUAKER HOTEL

MODERATE TERMS FOR ALL.

"This hotel is all right and the prices are right, too," Joe heard the
slick-looking