would give him a chance
to win all back another time, as fortune seemed to be again
propitious to him.

Warren never saw him after that night. The next morning he
determined to seek a more private boarding house, and economize
his remaining funds, and seek more assiduously some business
situation. He stepped to the bar to pay his board, handing the
clerk one of the notes he had received in change for his last
fifty-dollar bill. The clerk examined it a moment, and passed it
back, saying, "That is a counterfeit note, sir." He took it
back, amazed, and offered another.

"This is worse still," said the clerk. "I think we had better
take care of you, sir. You will please go with me before a
magistrate."

"But I did not know----!"

"You can tell that to the squire."

"You have no right to take me," said Warren; "you have no
warrant."

"No; but I can keep you here till I send for one, which I shall
certainly do, unless you consent to go willingly."

And Warren, conscious of his own innocence in this respect, and
never thinking of the difficulty of proving it, went to a
magistrate's office with the clerk at once.

The clerk entered his complaint, and, besides swearing to the
offer of the notes, swore that he had seen him, for several days
past, in the company of a notorious gambler.

Warren was stunned, overwhelmed, by this declaration. No
representation that he made was believed. His pockets were
searched, and all the money he had, except some small change,
was found to be counterfeit. A commitment was at once made out
against him, and he was sent to jail, to await his trial on the
charge of passing counterfeit money.

This is one of the methods by which professional gamblers
"pluck young pigeons." No young man is safe who allows himself
to play with cards, or to handle dice.

Rodney believed that Warren had told him the truth, and
fellowship in misfortune drew the hearts of the duped man and
the wronged boy towards each other; for though both had been
very much to blame, yet duped and wronged they had been by
knaves more cunning and wicked than themselves.

They had many serious conversations together, for both had been
piously instructed, and Warren, who seemed truly penitent for
his wanderings, as he sat by the bed-side of the sick boy,
encouraged him in his resolutions to lead a different life,--to
seek the forgiveness and grace of God through a merciful
Redeemer. Seldom has a poor prisoner received sw