here.' The smug man's tones were low and cautious. 'Pardon me,
but--don't speak too loud, my friend--the mere mention of money is
likely to attract some sharper to you. No, they refused me there. You
see, I anticipated some difficulty inside the gates, so I had tried
just before entering; but the man at the desk refused, and very
curtly, too. I wanted to enter at once in order to meet half a dozen
young men from my town who are sort of under my care.'

'Orphans?'

'Not quite. They belong to my Bible class, you see,' Mr. Smug
explained modestly; 'and I had promised to be at the Terminal Station
in case they arrived by the early train.'

'Whar from, d'ye say?' with awakening interest. 'I'm a Sunday-school
teacher myself, when I'm to hum.'

'Indeed! It's a very interesting and useful work--labouring for souls.
Ah, they come from Marshall, in Iowa.'

'Don't say! Why, I----'

'But they did not arrive; their train had been delayed. But, as I was
about to tell you, if I had not chanced to have in my possession a
roll of bills, put in my care by the father of one of the younger
lads, I might have been kept outside for some time longer.'

'How's that?'

I had been a little puzzled at this dialogue, and was losing my
interest somewhat when it reached this point, and I pricked up my ears
anew, while I continued to copy inscriptions and jot down memoranda.

'It seems almost like confessing to a breach of trust; but there
seemed no other way, and so, stepping to one side, I took out the
package of money belonging to my young friend. I had counted it in his
father's presence, and knew that it contained on the very outside of
the roll a two dollar bill. I took this and procured my ticket. Of
course I shall explain to him and replace it at once.'

'In course! but--you was a-saying----'

'I began to tell you how I learned where to go to get money changed. I
had entered, you must know, at the Cottage Grove gate opening upon
Midway, and walking toward the east I soon met a guard.' He had drawn
a cigar from his pocket while speaking, and he now turned toward me. I
had lighted a weed upon seating myself near them, and as he uttered a
polite 'Pardon me, sir,' I smoked calmly on, while I copied upon a
fresh page of my notebook the legend, 'Jenner discovered the principle
of vaccination in 1796,' putting an elaborate final flourish after
the date.

'Sir! Your pardon; may I trouble you for a light?' A light touch of
his hand acc