er recovered his money.

CHAPTER XXXV.

WHAT CARL LEARNED IN CHICAGO.

As Carl walked back from the falls he met Mr. Atwood, who was surprised
to find his young acquaintance on such intimate terms with Lord
Bedford. He was about to pass with a bow, when Carl, who was
good-natured, said: "Won't you join us, Mr. Atwood? If Lord Bedford will
permit, I should like to introduce you."

"Glad to know any friend of yours, Mr. Crawford," said the Englishman,
affably.

"I feel honored by the introduction," said Atwood, bowing profoundly.

"I hope you are not a friend of Mr.--ah, Mr. Stuyvesant," said the
nobleman, "the person I was talking with this morning. Mr. Crawford
tells me he is a--what do you call it?--a confidence man."

"I have no acquaintance with him, my lord. I saw him just now leaving
the hotel."

"I am afraid he has gone away with my valise and money," said Carl.

"If you should be inconvenienced, Mr. Crawford," said the nobleman, "my
purse is at your disposal."

"Thank you very much, Lord Bedford," said Carl, gratefully. "I am glad
to say I am still fairly well provided with money."

"I was about to make you the same offer, Mr. Crawford," said Atwood.

"Thank you! I appreciate your kindness, even if I'm not obliged to avail
myself of it."

Returning to the hotel, Lord Bedford ordered a carriage, and invited
Atwood and Carl to accompany him on a drive. Mr. Atwood was in an
ecstasy, and anticipated with proud satisfaction telling his family of
his intimate friend, Lord Bedford, of England. The peer, though rather
an ordinary-looking man, seemed to him a model of aristocratic beauty.
It was a weakness on the part of Mr. Atwood, but an amiable one, and is
shared by many who live under republican institutions.

After dinner Carl felt obliged to resume his journey. He had found
his visit to Niagara very agreeable, but his was a business and not a
pleasure trip, and loyalty to his employer required him to cut it short.
Lord Bedford shook his hand heartily at parting.

"I hope we shall meet again, Mr. Crawford," he said. "I expect, myself,
to reach Chicago on Saturday, and shall be glad to have you call on me
at the Palmer House."

"Thank you, my lord; I will certainly inquire for you there."

"He is a very good fellow, even if he is a lord," thought Carl.

Our young hero was a thorough American, and was disposed to think with
Robert Burns, that

"The rank is but the guinea, stamp;
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