Thomas Browning sat in his handsome study, in a complacent1 frame of mind. The caucus2 was to be held in the evening, and he confidently expected the nomination3 for mayor. It was the post he had coveted4 for a long time. There were other honors that were greater, but the mayoralty would perhaps prove a stepping-stone to them. He must not be impatient. He was only in middle life, and there was plenty of time.
"I didn't dream this when I was a penniless miner in California," he reflected, gleefully. "Fortune was hard upon me then, but now I am at the top of the heap. All my own good management, too. Tom Butler--no, Browning--is no fool, if I do say it myself."
"Someone to see you, Mr. Browning," said the servant.
"Show him in!" replied the philanthropist.
A poorly dressed man followed the maid into the room.
Mr. Browning frowned. He had thought it might be some influential5 member of his party.
"What do you want?" he asked, roughly.
"I am one of your tenants8, Mr. Browning. I am behindhand with my rent, owing to sickness in the family, and I have been ordered out."
"But sir, you have the reputation of being a philanthropist. It hardly seems the character----"
"I do not call myself a philanthropist--others call me so--and perhaps they are right. I help the poor to the extent of my means, but even a philanthropist expects his honest dues."
"Then you can do nothing for me, sir?"
The poor man went out sorrowfully, leaving the philanthropist in an irritable12 mood. Five minutes later a second visitor was announced.
"It is a boy, sir."
"With a message, probably. Show him up."
But Thomas Browning was destined13 to be surprised, when in the manly-looking youth who entered he recognized the Chicago newsboy who had already excited his uneasiness.
"What brings you here?" he demanded, in a startled tone.
"I don't know if you remember me, Mr. Browning," said Luke, quietly. "Luke Walton is my name, sir, and I have sold you papers near the Sherman House, in Chicago."
"I thought your face looked familiar," said Browning, assuming an indifferent tone. "You have made a mistake in coming to Milwaukee. You cannot do as well here as in Chicago."
"I have not come in search of a place. I have a good one at home."
"I suppose you have some object in coming to this city?"
"Yes; I came to see you."
"Upon my word, I ought to feel flattered, but I can't do anything for you. I have some reputation in charitable circles, but I have my hands full here."
"I have not come to ask you a favor, Mr. Browning. If you will allow me, I will ask your advice in a matter of importance to me."
Browning brightened up. He was always ready to give advice.
"Go on!" he said.
"When I was a young boy my father went to California. He left my mother, my brother, and myself very poorly provided for, but he hoped to earn money at the mines. A year passed, and we heard of his death."
"A good many men die in California," said Browning, phlegmatically14.
"We could not learn that father left anything, and we were compelled to get long as we could. Mother obtained sewing to do at low prices, and I sold papers."
"A common experience!" said Browning, coldly.
"About three months ago," continued Luke, "we were surprised by receiving in a letter from a stranger, a message from my father's deathbed."
Thomas Browning started and turned pale, as he gazed intently in the boy's face.
"How much does he know?" he asked himself, apprehensively15.
"Go on!" he said, slowly.
"In this letter we learned for the first time that father had intrusted the sum of ten thousand dollars to an acquaintance to be brought to my mother. This man proved false and kept the money."
"This story may or may not be true," said Browning, with an effort. "Was the man's name given?"
"Yes; his name was Thomas Butler."
"Indeed! Have you ever met him?"
"I think so," answered Luke, slowly. "I will read his description from the letter: He has a wart16 on the upper part of his right cheek--a mark which disfigures and mortifies17 him exceedingly. He is about five feet ten inches in height, with a dark complexion18 and dark hair, a little tinged19 with gray.
He took the letter in his hand, and, moving near the grate fire, began to read it. Suddenly the paper as if accidentally, slipped from his fingers, and fell upon the glowing coals--where it was instantly consumed.
"How careless I am!" ejaculated Browning, but there was exultation21 in the glance.
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