was in no pleasant humor.

"There he goes!" cried Frank, "and I must go to him or I shall feel
the weight of his stick. Good-night."

"Good-night!" said Bucholz, extending his hand, "I will see you again
in the morning."

The young man turned and left the room, and Bucholz seated himself
apart from the rest of the company, apparently lost in profound
meditation. Shortly after, he roused himself, as with an effort, and
bidding his comrades good-night he went up stairs to his room.

He did not immediately retire, however, but sat up until a late hour,
revolving in his mind the information which he had just received and
debating with himself as to his future course of action.

The result of this mental consultation appeared satisfactory to him,
and he undressed himself and went to bed. He would encourage Frank to
leave his distasteful employment, and he would offer himself as an
applicant for the vacant position. He had no fears of the result, and
felt no anxiety about the probabilities of his being made the subject
of the old man's castigations. If the old gentleman designed going to
California he would be so much nearer to the coveted place of his
ambitious dreams, and he could very easily submit to temporary
discomforts in order to secure the practical benefits which he so
much desired. With this comforting reflection he closed his eyes and
was soon fast asleep.

In the morning he again met Frank Bruner, and the conversation of the
night before was continued. Bucholz, without seeming to be anxious
upon the subject, adroitly led the unsuspecting servant on in his
dislike for his occupation, and he succeeded so well that before the
day was passed, Frank had firmly resolved to inform Henry Schulte of
his plans and of his intention to leave his service.

In the evening, immediately after supper, he communicated his
intention to his master, who received it with violent manifestations
of disappointment and anger, and almost instantly retired to his
room, locked his door, thereby denying admission to Frank, who was
prepared to serve his irate master until he could provide himself
with another servant.

Finding himself left to his own resources, Frank cordially accepted
an invitation to take a stroll with his newly-found associate, and
putting on his hat he linked his arm in that of Bucholz, and they
left the hotel together.

Walking slowly on they soon came to the brilliantly-lighted
thoroughfare in the Bowery, kn