“My money is almost gone in one day; but it is just my luck,” said he to himself as he got into the bed. “It will cost me fifty or sixty cents a day to live, the best way I can fix it; and it will only last me a couple of days more. What shall I do then, if I don’t get something to do?” It was a hard question to answer; and, while he was thinking about it, he went to sleep. He did not wake till daylight in the morning. He saw that all the other beds were occupied; but he did not care to get up at that early hour, for he had not to go out to the barn and take care of the cattle. But he was fully rested, and he could not go to sleep again. He lay as long as he could; and then got up and dressed himself, being the first to leave the room. The place where he had lodged was a cheap hotel; and he looked at the bill of fare in the restaurant. He found the prices were about the same as at the place where he had taken his meals the day before; and he called for fish-balls,--the cheapest dish on the bill. He got more of them than at the other place, and he was well satisfied with the establishment. He even informed the proprietor, who was on duty behind the counter, that he should patronize his house while he staid in New York. He thought this announcement, with a compliment which he prefixed to it, would please the man, as doubtless it did, till a circumstance appeared which spoiled its effect. Wade’s bill was ten cents,--he had paid for his lodging the night before, as the rule of such places requires,--and he put his hand into his pocket to take out his wallet. He did take it out; but, to his intense astonishment, he found there was not a single cent in it: all the rest of his money was gone. It had evidently been stolen from him while he was asleep. He had hung his trousers over the head of the bed, and in the pocket of this garment was his earthly treasure. It was only one dollar and thirty-five cents, but it was all he had. “My money is all gone,” said Wade mournfully. “Gone! You mean that you haven’t got any,” said the landlord. “But I had a dollar and thirty-five cents when I went to bed in your house last night, and now I haven’t a single cent.” “That has been played on me so many times, that I know all about it. I should say a hundred such fellows have been robbed in my house within a year. I don’t believe you had any money,” said the landlord coldly. “How could I pay for my lodging if I had not?” asked Wade meekly. “You had no business to order breakfast, if you hadn’t the money to pay for it,” growled the man. “I thought I had money, or I should not.” “That won’t go down,” added the landlord. “It is the truth; but I will come and pay you just as soon as I get some money.” “I guess not,” added the proprietor of the hotel, reaching over the counter, and snatching Wade’s cap from his head. “When you pay the bill, you shall have your cap again. You can go now.” “I can’t go out without any cap,” protested Wade.