City Hall Square he looked about him at the new buildings in
the air, and the bustle and confusion of the streets, with as
much interest as a lately arrived immigrant.

He rather enjoyed the novelty of the situation, and after
he had completed his business at the lawyer's office he tried
to stroll along lower Broadway as he did on the Avenue.

But people bumped against him, and carts and drays tried
to run him down when he crossed the side streets, and those
young men whom he knew seemed to be in a great hurry, and
expressed such amused surprise at seeing him that he felt very
much out of place indeed. And so he decided to get back to
his club window and its quiet as soon as possible.

"Hello, Van Bibber," said one of the young men who were
speeding by, "what brings you here? Have you lost your way?"

"I think I have," said Van Bibber. "If you'll kindly
tell me how I can get back to civilization again, be obliged
to you."

"Take the elevated from Park Place," said his friend from
over his shoulder, as he nodded and dived into the crowd.

The visitor from up-town had not a very distinct idea as
to where Park Place was, but he struck off Broadway and
followed the line of the elevated road along Church Street.
It was at the corner of Vesey Street that a miserable-looking,
dirty, and red-eyed object stood still in his tracks and