Has Mr. Brandes
got another daughter?"
"No, there is only one."
"Then I shall have to be content with the
forty dollars a week. If I ever get it, I will
save half."
"I wish I could."
"You can if you try. Why, you might have
two thousand dollars saved up now, if you had
only begun to save in time."
"I have lost more than that at the gaming
table. You will think me very foolish."
"Yes, I do," said Carl, frankly.
"You are right. But here we are almost at
the village."
"Is there a good hotel?"
"Yes--the Fillmore. We will take adjoining
rooms if you say so."
"Very well."
"And in the morning you will pay the bill?"
"Certainly."
The two travelers had a good supper, and
retired early, both being fatigued with the journey.
It was not till eight o'clock the next morning
that Carl opened his eyes. He dressed hastily,
and went down to breakfast. He was rather surprised
not to see his companion of the day before.
"Has Mr. Hubbard come down yet?" he asked at the desk.
"Yes; he took an early breakfast, and went
off by the first train."
"That is strange. I was to pay his bill."
"He paid it himself."
Carl did not know what to make of this.
Had Hubbard forgotten that he had five dollars
belonging to him? Fortunately, Carl had
his city address, and could refund the money
in New York.
"Very well! I will pay my own bill. How much is it?"
"A dollar and a quarter."
Carl took the ten-dollar bill from his wallet
and tendered it to the clerk.
Instead of changing it at once, the clerk held
it up to the light and examined it critically.
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