When he did so, he was agreeably surprised. The envelope contained a ten-dollar bill.

 

"Ten dollars! Hasn't Mrs. Merton made a mistake?" he said to himself. "She said it was a week's pay. But, of course, she wouldn't pay ten dollars for the little I am to do."

 

Luke decided that the extra sum was given him on account of the service he had already been fortunate enough to render the old lady.

 

Next to him sat rather a showily dressed woman, with keen, sharp eyes. She took notice of the bank-note which Luke drew from the envelope, and prepared to take advantage of the knowledge.

 

No sooner had Luke replaced the envelope in his pocket than this woman put her hand in hers, and, after a pretended search, exclaimed, in a loud voice: "There is a pickpocket in this car. I have been robbed!"

 

Of course, this statement aroused the attention of all the passengers.

 

"What have you lost, madam?" inquired an old gentleman.

 

"A ten-dollar bill," answered the woman.

 

"Was it in your pocketbook?"

 

"No," she replied, glibly. "It was in an envelope. It was handed to me by my sister just before I left home."

 

As soon as Luke heard this declaration, he understood that the woman had laid a trap for him, and he realized his imprudence in displaying the money. Naturally he looked excited and disturbed. He saw that in all probability the woman's word would be taken in preference to his. He might be arrested, and find it difficult to prove his innocence.

 

"Have you any suspicion as to who took it?" asked the old gentleman.

 

"I think this boy took it," said the woman pointing to Luke.

 

"It's terrible, and he so young!" said an old lady with a severe cast of countenance, who sat next to the old gentleman. "What is the world coming to?"

 

"What, indeed, ma'am?" echoed the old gentleman.

 

Luke felt that it was time for him to say something.

 

"This lady is quite mistaken," he declared, pale but resolute. "I'm no thief."

 

"It can easily be proved," said the woman, with a cunning smile. "Let the boy show the contents of his pockets."

 

"Yes, that is only fair."

 

Luke saw that his difficulties were increasing.

 

"I admit that I have a ten-dollar bill in an envelope," he said.

 

"I told you so!" said the woman, triumphantly.

 

"But it is my own."

 

"Graceless boy!" said the old gentleman, severely, "Do not add falsehood to theft."

 

"I am speaking the truth, sir."

 

"How the boy brazens it out!" murmured the sour-visaged lady.

 

"Return the lady her money, unless you wish to be arrested," said the old gentleman.

 

"I don't intend to give this person"--Luke found it hard to say lady--"what she has no claim to."

 

"Young man, you will find that you are making a grand mistake. Probably if you give up the money the lady will not prosecute you."

 

"No, I will have pity upon his youth," said the woman.

 

"I can tell exactly where I got the money," went on Luke, desperately.

 

"Where did you get it?" asked the old maid, with a sarcastic smile.

 

"From Mrs. Merton, of Prairie Avenue."

 

"What did she give it to you for?"

 

"I am in her employment."

 

"Gentlemen," said ............