wanted to polish me
off."

"You don't look as if they had done much polishing." And the hotel man
smiled.

"No, Jack Sagger got the worst of it. I guess he'll leave me alone in
the future."

"You mustn't fight around the hotel, Joe."

"This was on the way to Jackson & Bell's, sir. I was bound to defend
myself."

"To be sure. Sagger came to me yesterday and wanted to be taken back,
but I told him no--that I wouldn't have such an impudent fellow around."

As the winter season came on the hotel began to fill up and Joe was kept
busy from early in the morning until late at night, and so was Frank
Randolph. The two boys were firm friends, and on Sunday went to Sunday
School together and also to church, when their hotel duties permitted of
it.

In the corridor of the hotel Joe, one day, met the timid Felix Gussing,
the young man who had once had so much trouble in driving a horse.

"How do you do, Mr. Gussing," said our hero politely.

"Why if it isn't Joe!" cried the young man, and smiled. "What are you
doing here?"

"I work at this hotel now."

"Is it possible! Didn't you like it at Riverside?"

"Yes, but the place is shut up for the winter."

"Ah, I see."

"Are you stopping here, sir?"

"Yes, I came in an hour ago. I have business in Philadelphia."

"Maybe you're buying horses," said Joe, slyly.

"No! no! No more horses for me," ejaculated the dude. "I--er--this is of
more importance."

No more was said just then, but later our hero met Felix Gussing again,
and on the day following had an errand that took him to the young man's
room.

"Joe, you are quite a wise boy, perhaps I can confide in you," said
Felix Gussing, after some talk on other subjects.

"I'll be glad to be of service to you, Mr. Gussing."

"I have a delicate problem to solve. Sometimes a young man can give
better advice than an older person," went on the dude.

"Don't flatter me, Mr. Gussing."

"I am in love," went on the young man, flatly.

"Yes, sir."

"I am quite sure the young lady loves me."

"Then I suppose you are going to get married."

"There is an obstacle in the way."

"Oh!"

"Perhaps I had better tell you the whole story--if you'll listen to me,"
went on the dude.

"Certainly I'll listen," said Joe. "I've got a little time off."

And then Felix Gussing told his tale of woe, as will be found in the
next chapter.

CHAPTER XIX.

ONE KIND OF A DUEL.

"Her name is Clara, and she is the daughter