ged from under
the bed of the well-known philanthropist, a typical tramp and would-be
burglar.

Jack King counted over the balance of his money, and found that he had
nine dollars and thirty-seven cents left.

"This won't support me forever," he reflected. "I must get something
to do."

While sauntering along, he fell in with an old acquaintance named
Stone.

"What are you up to, King?" he asked.

"Looking for a job."

"You are my man, then. I am keeping a cigar store at the Prairie
Hotel, but I have some business calling me away from the city for six
weeks or two months. Will you take my place?"

"What are the inducements?"

"Board and lodging and five dollars a week."

"Agreed."

"Come over, then, and I will show you the place."

The hotel was a cheap one, not far from the railway station, and
though comfortable, was not patronized by fastidious travelers.

"When do you want me to take hold?" he asked.

"To-morrow."

"All right."

"Come around at ten o'clock. I want to leave Milwaukee in the
afternoon."

King could not help reflecting about the extraordinary prosperity of
his old comrade, Tom Butler, now Thomas Browning, Esq.

"What does it mean?" he asked himself. "He seemed very uneasy when I
asked him about Walton's money. I believe he kept it himself. I wish I
knew. If I could prove it, it would be a gold mine for me. I must make
inquiries, and, if possible, find out Walton's family."

"Do you know anything of Thomas Browning?" he asked Stone.

"The philanthropist? Yes. What of him?"

"I called on him last evening."

Jack did not think it best to mention the circumstances of his visit.

"Indeed! How did you know him?"

"In California."

"I suppose he laid the foundation of his fortune there."

"Is he so rich, then?"

"Yes, probably worth a quarter of a million."

This was an exaggeration, but rich men's wealth is generally
overstated.

"How does he stand in the city?"

"First-class. He has been mentioned for mayor. I shouldn't be
surprised if he might get the office some day."

"He has certainly been very lucky."

"I should say so. Was he rich in California?"

"Not when I knew him. At one time there he had to borrow money of me.
He paid me back last evening."

"He is on the top of the ladder now, at any rate."

"His respectability would suffer a little," thought Jack King, "if I
could prove that he had appropriated Walton's money. I must think the
matter over, and s