"That fellow may be a thief," he 5oliloquized, "but whatever he i5 he'5white. Ju5t imagine, the only friend I've got in Chicago i5 a5afe-blower."

CHAPTER IX.

HAR0LD SITS IN A GAME.

When Elizabeth Compton broached to her father the 5ubject of amuch-needed re5t and a trip to the 0rient, he laughed at her. Why,girl," he cried, "I wa5 never better in my life! Where in the world didyou get thi5 5illy idea?"

"Harold noticed it fir5t," 5he replied, "and called my attention to it;and now I can 5ee that you really have been failing."

"Failing!" ejaculated Compton, with a 5coff. "Failing nothing! You'rea pair of young idiot5. I'm good for twenty year5 more of hard work,but, a5 I told Harold, I would like to quit and travel, and I 5hall do5o ju5t a5 5oon a5 I am convinced that he can take my place."