familiar. So, after parting with
his treasure, he went out for a walk. He did not much care where he
went, since all was alike new to him. He ascertained, on inquiry, that
Smithfield Street was the principal business thoroughfare. He inquired
his way thither, and walked slowly through it, his attention fully
occupied by what he saw.

CHAPTER VIII.

GRAHAM IN HIS TRUE COLORS.

Tom strayed into a street leading from the main thoroughfare. Presently
he came to a brilliantly-lighted liquor saloon. As he paused in front of
the door, a heavy hand was laid upon his shoulder, and, looking up, he
met the glance of a well-dressed gentleman, rather portly, whose
flushed face and uncertain gait indicated his condition. He leaned
rather heavily upon Tom, apparently for support, for he seemed to have
been drinking more than was good for him.

"My young friend," he said, "come in and take a drink."

"Thank you, sir, but I would rather not," said Tom, startled.

"It won't hurt you. It don't hurt me."

As he uttered these last words he came near falling. In his effort to
save himself he clutched Tom by the arm, and nearly pulled him over. Our
hero was anxious to get away.

"Are you sure it don't hurt you?" he could not help saying.

"Do you think I'm drunk?" demanded the other.

"I think you've taken more than is good for you, sir," Tom answered
bravely.

"I guess you're right," muttered the gentleman, trying to stand upright.
"The drink's gone to my legs. That's strange. Does it ever go to your
legs?"

"I never drink, sir."

"You're a most extraor'nary young man," hiccoughed Tom's new
acquaintance.

"I must bid you good-night, sir," said our hero, anxious to get away.

"Don't go. I can't get home alone."

"Where do you live, sir?"

"I live in the country."

"Are you staying at a hotel?"

"Yes--Pittsburg House. Know Pittsburg House?"

"Yes, sir. I am staying there myself. Shall I lead you there? You'd
better not drink any more."

"Jus' you say, my young frien'. You know best."

It was not a pleasant, or, indeed, an easy task to lead home the
inebriate, for he leaned heavily on Tom, and, being a large man, it was
as much as our hero could do to get him along. As they were walking
along Tom caught sight of his roommate, Milton Graham, just turning into
a saloon, in company with two other young men. They were laughing
loudly, and seemed in high spirits. Graham did not recognize Tom.

"I hope he won't