"He is in the cafe, getting his supper. What did you want of him?" The weak-eyed little man was running a slow finger down the list of names on the guest-book, blinking as if the writing or the glare of the lights on the page dazzled him. "I drove him, and he did be overpaying me, I think. What was ye saying his name would be?" "It's right there, under your finger: Kenneth Griswold, New York." "Um. And I wondher, now, where does he be living, whin he's at home?" "I don't know; New York, I suppose, since he registers from there." "And does he be staying here f'r awhile?" "No; he is on his way to Minnesota." "Um." A long pause followed in which the cabman appeared to be counting the coins in his pocket by the sense of touch. Then: "Would yez be writing that down for me on a bit av paper, Misther Edwards?--his name, and the name av the place where he does be going, I mane?" "So you can write to him and refund the over-payment after you've been to confession?" laughed the clerk. Nevertheless, he wrote the name and address on a card for the petitioner. "Thank ye, sorr; thank ye kindly. Whin a man has a wife and sivin childer hangin' to um--" but here the singsong voice of the porter calling the Burlington westbound silenced all other sounds and the clerk heard no more. Seated at a well-appointed table in the Chouteau cafe, Griswold had ample time to overtake himself in the race reconstructive, and for the moment the point of view became frankly Philistine. The luxurious hotel, with its air of invincible respectability; the snowy napery, the cut glass, the shaded lights, the deferential service; all these appealed irresistibly to the epicurean in him. It was as if he had come suddenly to his own again after an undeserved season of deprivation, and the effect of it was to push the hardships and perils of the preceding weeks and months into a far-away past. He ordered his supper deliberately, and while he waited for its serving, imagination cleared the stage and set the scenes for the drama of the future. That future, with all its opportunities for the realizing of ideals, was now safely assured. He could go whither he pleased and do what seemed right in his own eyes, and there was none to say him nay. It was good to be able to pick and choose in a whole worldful of possibilities, and he gave himself a broad credit mark for persevering in the resolution which held him steadfastly to the modest, workaday plan struck out in the beginning. Apart from Miss Farnham's recognition of him on the _Belle Julie_--a recognition which, he persuaded himself, would never carry over from Gavitt the deck-hand to Griswold the student and benefactor of his kind--there was nothing to fear; no reason why he should not make Wahaska his workshop.