st?"

"You will have to get all the information from the gentlemen," answered
Tom, calmly. "Just go down to the drug store and ask for Mr. Carr and
Mr. Beckwith, and they'll tell you all about it. It's a fine chance
for you, Tubby," concluded Tom, and then walked away, followed by his
chums.

"Tom, what is the game?" demanded Sam, when they were out of hearing.

"We'll go down to the drug store Saturday afternoon and see," was the
reply.

"Are Carr and Beckwith the moving picture men?"

"Yes, and they want a young man to play usher, and do a lot of other
things--one who can sing preferred," and the fun-loving Tom grinned
broadly.

"Oh, Tom, and you would send William Philander there!" cried Songbird.
"Such a dude as he is! He'll never forgive you!"

"There is seven dollars a week in it to start," answered the fun-loving
Rover calmly, and this made all in the crowd roar, for they knew how
rich Tubbs was and how working for seven dollars a week would appeal to
him.

This conversation occurred on Thursday and the crowd of boys waited
impatiently for Saturday to come. Sam was glad to notice that Tom
seemed to improve daily and was acting very much like his old self.

On Saturday, directly after lunch, Sam and Tom saw William Philander
start off for Ashton. He was stylishly dressed as usual and carried a
gold-headed cane, and in his buttonhole was a large carnation.

"Now for the fun!" cried Tom, and he and Sam quickly gathered their
chums together and all went after the dude, but kept out of his sight.

The drug store that William Philander was bound for was located on a
corner, with doors opening on both streets. On the side street there
was also an ordinary window, and both doors and window were wide open.

"We'll go around to the side and watch him," suggested Tom, and this
was done.

Sprucing up, so as to look his very best, William Philander strode into
the drug store. As it chanced, several young ladies of the town were
having soda at the fountain, and as he had once met one of them, he
made a most profound bow, lifting his hat as he did so. Then he
approached the proprietor of the shop, who was putting up a
prescription at the rear counter, close to the open window.

"Mr. Carter I believe?" he lisped.

"Yes, sir. What can I do for you?"

"I am Mr. William Philander Tubbs, from Brill College," was the lofty
answer. "Perhaps you have heard of me. I came in to meet two
gentlemen, Mr. Carr