their claim. Then send
the boy on to me, and we will see what can be done."

"I accept the suggestion with pleasure. But I will offer an amendment.
Let us write the boy to come on at once, and have a joint consultation
in his interest."

CHAPTER XXXVIII

FELICIE PROVES TROUBLESOME

We must return to Chicago for a short time before recording the
incidents of Luke's visit to Milwaukee.

Though Harold had lost nearly half of his money through being
compelled to divide with Felicie, he was, upon the whole, well
satisfied with the way in which he had escaped from suspicion. He had
his gold watch, and, as far as he knew, the story which he had told
about it had not been doubted. But something happened that annoyed and
alarmed him.

One day, when there was no one else in the house, except the servants,
Felicie intercepted him as he was going out.

"I want a word with you, Master Harold," she said.

"I am in a hurry, Felicie," replied Harold, who had conceived a
dislike for the French maid.

"Still, I think you can spare a few minutes," went on Felicie, smiling
in an unpleasant manner.

"Well, be quick about it," said Harold, impatiently.

"I have a sister who is very sick. She is a widow with two children,
and her means are very small."

"Goodness, Felicie! What is all this to me? Of course, I'm sorry for
her, but I don't know her."

"She looks to me to help her," continued Felicie.

"Well, that's all right! I suppose you are going to help her."

"There is the trouble, Master Harold. I have no money on hand."

"Well, I'm sure that is unlucky, but why do you speak to me about
it?"

"Because," and here Felicie's eyes glistened, "I know you obtained
some money recently from your aunt."

"Hush!" said Harold, apprehensively.

"But it's true."

"And it's true that you made me give you half of it."

"It all went to my poor sister," said Felicie theatrically.

"I don't see what I have to do with that," said Harold, not without
reason.

"So that I kept none for myself. Now I am sure you will open your
heart, and give me five dollars more."

"I never heard such cheek!" exclaimed Harold, indignantly. "You've got
half, and are not satisfied with that."

"But think of my poor sister!" said Felicie, putting her handkerchief
to her eyes, in which there were no tears.

"Think of me!" exclaimed Harold, angrily.

"Then you won't give me the trifle I ask?"

"Trifle? I haven't got it."

"Where is it