"Why, he brought along a lot
of ore specimens) thinking he's
struck gold pn his island. Mr.
Boyd had an assay made. His
mine wouldn't pay to work."
Just then the king ia question
catne out of the office. Mark took
a good look at him. He did not
in the least appear royal. He
looked disappointed, dejected and
jiis', kingly robes comprised a
faded check suit.
"Tell Mr. Boyd I have gone
back to my rooms at the Prospect
hotel," the king advised the book
keeper. "I may see him tomor
row." "Vry well, sir."
-Later, Mark went out into the
building corridor to mail some
letters. As he neared the street
stairvay his foot kicked some
thing, bulky. Picking it up, he
found it to be a wallet.
A momentary inspection of the
object revealed no money, but a
variety of papers. .In less than a
minute, from these MarkJearned
that the wallet belonged to his re
cently departed kingship.
"I 'd get right down to his hotel
yith it, if I were you," advised
the bpokkeeper, when Mark had
told about his find. "The old gen
tleman may be worrying about
"All rightT7 assented Mark,
and was forthwith on his way to
the- Prospect hotel. He learned
"the location of King Asa Zib's
apartments, The door of the
anteroom was open, Mark enter
ed and sat dowiu
Voices echoed through the
ppen doorway o the next apart
ment. Very speedily Mark be.-'
came aware that it was the king
talking to his-secretary. His roy
alty was very pessimistic, and his
"grand vizier" had the blues.
"I wish I'd never left home,',,
mourned King Asa Zib. "We've1
fallen down on everything." n
"Ye$, best way is to go bacS
and bury our dreams of wealth
and,get down to humble tilling of
the soil again," "agreed the sec
retary. "It's the getting back," observ
ed the king, with a dolorous sigh.
"Money was scarce at home, you
remember. I've spent about all
I brought with me. I had no
doubt of selling those mines, con
cessions, next year's "cocoanut
crop, something. Now there
isn't a chance. Our scheme is ex
ploded. Sonje Avay I've got to
raise a few hundred-dollars."
Mark was interested. Not only
that, but sympathetic, for he was
a "hard luck victim himself. Of
a sudden his eyes snapped. He
uttered a great gasp.
"A brilliant idea," he declared.
"Why, it's an inspiration," and
walked uncermoniously into the
"From the office of Boyd &
Co,, he said. "I believe this is
your property, sir. You dropped
it irt the corridor." ,
"Why, so it is!" exclaimed
King Asa Zib. "I am greatly ote
liged to you- Just nowthat is f
when I call again, on Mr.' Boyd. I
will not forget you." ;
Not in the way of reward, sir,
said Mark. "I don't expect that
In fact, your majesty' cpntfnue
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