It was not more than twenty minutes, before a man came into the office; and the broker introduced him as Mr. Flinker, speaking in the highest terms of Wade, as though he had known him all his life. He was sure the young man was honest and smart, and that he was just the person to be the cashier of a restaurant. Mr. Flinker was very glad to see him. He had had a great deal of trouble with the cashiers of his restaurant. They were dishonest, and robbed him of half of his profits. He would never employ another without some sort of guaranty of his honesty; and the “dead beats” who had so often imposed upon him were the very ones who never had a hundred dollars to deposit with the employer, to insure their good behavior. “I will pay you ten per cent for the money,” continued Mr. Flinker. “It is true, I do not need the money, and would rather not take it if I could manage the business in any other way.” “I am a poor boy, and this hundred dollars is all the money I have in the world,” said Wade, who was pleased with the fair talk of the keeper of the restaurant. “I can’t afford to lose it.” “Do you think I would rob you of it?” demanded Mr. Flinker, looking as magnificent as though he had been the president of the Walnut National Bank. “Oh, no, sir! I didn’t mean that,” protested Wade, afraid that he had offended the high-toned keeper of the restaurant. “If you did, I would have nothing more to say to you about this little matter; for I can’t afford to have my honor doubted.” “Excuse me, for I didn’t mean what I said,” added Wade. “I see you didn’t; and I pass over the remark,” said the indulgent Mr. Flinker. “But the advertisement said good security would be given for the money,” persisted Wade, who was not quite willing to drop the subject. “Very true; and the note of Francis Flinker is as good as gold; but you shall have an indorser.” Wade understood what this meant; and the keeper of the employment bureau offered to put his name on the back of the note. “You can satisfy yourself about the name of Mr. Flinker, by asking all the people near his place. He will pay the note any time when you want the money,” said the man behind the counter. “Then, if he don’t pay it, I will.” Wade reflected. CHAPTER XXXVI. THE NEW CASHIER. Obed Swikes sometimes had money to lend, and Wade had heard him talk with the neighbors about such matters; and he had listened to many conversations on such subjects at the stores and in other places. If a man was able to pay, his note was good. He could easily find out what people thought of Mr. Flinker near his place. If they all said he was good, he could safely trust him with his hundred dollars. “We might as well draw up the note, and sign it here; for the restaurant will be full,” suggested Mr. Flinker.