The broker wrote it, and Mr. Flinker signed it. Then the man behind the counter indorsed it, and handed the paper to Wade. He read it, and saw that it was in the usual form. He had learned about notes at school, and had seen them in the books; and he was sure the note was all right. “You can inquire about me in the vicinity of the restaurant; and, if you find it is all right, I will give you the note, and take the money. Now we will go to my place of business,” said Mr. Flinker, when the arrangements were all made. Wade was all ready; and he walked beside the proprietor of Flinker’s restaurant to that establishment. He was conducted through a great many streets, and turned so many corners, that he did not believe he could ever find the employment office again, if he wished to do so. But he felt that he had no further business with that bureau. He was almost sure of his place, and even expected to be taking the money for the customers’ dinners in the course of another half-hour. At length they came to the establishment. It was rather a large place. Over the door was a sign with large letters, “Flinker’s Restaurant.” Bills of fare were stuck up all over the front of the store, and a great many people were going in and out. It looked like a place that was doing a very lively business. “This is my establishment,” said Mr. Flinker, when they came to the door. “It looks like a big place,” said Wade, delighted to think he was to be the cashier of such an establishment. “It’s not very big,” said the proprietor modestly. “I intend to enlarge it in the fall, for I own the building.” He owned the building! Then what was the use of asking anybody whether his note was good or not? But Wade determined to make sure on this point; for he had lost money, and he was not going to run the slightest risk this time. “We will go in, and I will give you some dinner then you can go about the neighborhood, and ask about my credit among the shop-keepers.” “I am all ready for my dinner,” added Wade. Mr. Flinker led the way into the restaurant, and took a seat at a vacant table. He invited Wade to be seated with him, and then tossed the bill of fare to him. “Order what you like best,” said he, in an indifferent sort of a way. Wade called for roast chicken and several other articles, though he was not as hungry as he had sometimes been. “Call for every thing you wish,” added Mr. Flinker, in an off-hand way; and it was evident that he was a liberal man towards his help.