"Do as I tell you, and I will manage the rest."

"All right. I need your help enough. To-night, for instance, I'm
regularly cleaned out. Haven't got but twenty-five cents to my name."

"It seems to me, Thomas," said his aunt, with a troubled look, "you are
always out of money. I'll give you five dollars, Thomas, but you must
remember that I am not made of money. My wages are small."

"You ought to have a good nest-egg laid aside, aunt."

"I've got something, Thomas, and when I die, it'll be yours."

"I hope I shan't have to wait too long," thought Thomas, "but he did not
give utterance to the thought."

"Come again, Thomas, and don't forget what I have said," said Mrs.
Bradley.



CHAPTER XI

JOHN WADE


A tall man, with a sallow complexion, and heavily-bearded face, stood
on the deck of a Cunard steamer, only a few miles distant from New York
harbor.