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world!" declared Martin, promptly
and with vigor. "I've got a girl to
think of wife, gome day, for she's
true and patient and has faith in me.
I left the old town with a little cap
ital six months ago. I lost my first
investment. All right I'll keep
straight on until I've done what her
father insists I must demonstrate:
Good behavior always, strict atten
tion to business. .I'm rich in Elsa
Wardell's love. It's a glory that ir
radiates my life."
Martin shared his bed with Lester
that night. The latter left him with
a' warm expression of gratitude. Mar
tin started out to earn his daily
bread. He iame home at nightfall
well satisfied with the $2 he had
earned assisting a family to move.
He treated himself to an oyster stew
on this particular occasion. He
started in to tidy up, to come across
a small memorandum book that had
evidently fallen from thek coat of his
guest of the evening previous. Mar
tin opened it casually. He gave a
"Why, what's this?" he ejaculated
in a surprised way "my name, my
doings, tab on me since I cameuo the
city. Here's a myBtery or is it mis
chief?" A series of entries told of how
Martin had come to the city and had
bought out a small store. Later he
had learned that it had been sold to
him by a set of sharpers, acting as
agents for a poor widow lady who
never got the money. Honest, whole
hearted Martin promptly put the
woman in possession of the store,
pocketed his loss and without a
grumble at fate went cheerfully on
his way, doing the best he could.
An Item tbld of his dividing his lit
tle stock with the poor and dis
tressed, of his care for the weak and
unfortunate, of his, pure, true life, a
man among men in his moral apd
The memoranda cited his trials and
misfortunes. There were many de-1
tails of instances where he had pot 1
disdained the hardest labor to keep
his head above water, and all The
time never departing from the cour
age, energy and sterling moral prin
ciples of a man strictly devoted to
There came a knock at the door
just as Martin had .completed tra-
versing the queer chronicle.
"Come in," directed Martin, and
Lester entered the room. He eyed
Lester critically, and, in a way un
easily. "I lost something here last night,"
"Yes, I have found it," replied
Martin Instantly, and with not much
cordiality, for his suspicions had be
come aroused. "Here it is."
Lester looked embarrassed as he
took it. He drew out his watch and
glanced at it. Martin was amazed.
This pensioner, this mendicant, had
displayed a fine gold timepiece
scarcely comporting with his" alleged
"Wait a minute," directed Martin.
"I glapced over your memorandum
book. Naturally I am rather curious
as to its rather complete history of
myself since I came to the city."
"Yes," nodded Lester, and rather
confusedly, Martin fancied, and his
head inclined toward the hallway as
though expecting somebody.
"Why-?." projected Martin bluntly,
"Well, to tell you the truth," spoke
Lester after a slight pause, "I was
hired to gather up the information."
"Then you confess to being a
spy?" challenged Martin.
"Don't put it that way to a person
who has been interested, more than
that, benefited by contact with one
of the best men he ever met, and that
"Who hired you, and wherefore?"
pressed Martin with Insistency.
"I you shall know in time. Ah,
you shall know now!" added Lester
in a tone of relief, and as the door
again opened he stood aside to reve
a newcomer the father of