oney, Walton?" he asked.

"No, and I am afraid I never shall," said our hero.

"What do you think has become of it?"

"That's just what I would like to find out," said Harry.

"The only thing you can do is to grin and bear it."

"And be more careful next time."

"Of course."

"He's given it up," said Luke to himself. "I think I can venture to use
some of it now. I'll go round to Merrill's and see what he's got in the
way of pants."

Accordingly he strolled into Merrill's that evening.

"Got any new cloths in, Merrill?" asked Luke.

"I've got some new cloths for pants."

"That's just what I want."

"You're owing me a bill."

"How much is it?"

"Some over thirty dollars."

"I can't pay it all, but I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll pay you
fifteen dollars on account, and you can make me a new pair of pants.
Will that answer?"

"All right. Of course I'd rather you'd pay the whole bill. Still I want
to be accommodating."

"Let me look at your cloths."

The tailor displayed a variety of cloths, one of which suited Luke's
fancy.

"Here's fifteen dollars," he said. "Just credit me with that on the
bill, will you?"

"All right," said Merrill.

He proceeded to count the money, which consisted of consisted of ones
and twos, and instantly came to the conclusion that it was from Harry's
missing pocketbook, particularly as he came upon the identical note with
the blot in the center.

Unaware of the manner in which he had betrayed himself, Luke felt quite
complacent over his reestablished credit, and that without any expense
to himself.

"Have you got any new cloth for coats?" he asked.

"I shall have some new cloths in next week."

"All right. When will you have the pants done?"

"You may call round in two or three days."

"Just make 'em in style, Merrill, and I'll send all my friends here."

"Very well. I hope you'll soon be able to pay me the balance of my
bill."

"Oh, yes, to be sure. You won't have to wait long."

He swaggered out of the shop, lighting a cigar.

"My young friend," soliloquized the tailor, watching his exit, "you have
walked into my trap neatly. Colman,"--turning to a young man present at
the time--"did you see Luke Harrison pay me this money?"

"Yes; to be sure."

"Do you see this blot on one of the bills--a two?"

"Yes; What of it?"

"Nothing. I only called your attention to it."

"I don't see what there is strange about that. Anybody might get ink on
a bill, mig