Warner Powell had learned wisdom and prudence with his increasing years, and, instead of inquiring for the best hotel, was content to put up at a humbler hostelry, where he would be comfortable. He made the acquaintance on the cars of a New York drummer, with whom he became quite sociable.
"I suppose you have been in Milwaukee often," said Warner.
"I go there once a year--sometimes twice."
"Where do you stay?"
"At the Prairie Hotel. It is a comfortable house--two dollars a day."
"Just what I want. I will go there."
So, at quarter-past six. Warner Powell found himself in the office of the hotel. He was assigned a room on the third floor.
After making his toilet, he went down to supper. At the table with him were two gentlemen who, from their conversation, appeared to be residents of the city. They were discussing the coming municipal election.
"I tell you, Browning will be our mayor," said one. "His reputation as a philanthropist will elect him."
"I never took much stock in his claims on that score."
"He belongs to all the charitable societies, and is generally an officer."
"That may be; how much does he give himself?"
"I don't know. I suppose he is a liberal subscriber."
"He wants to give that impression, but the man is as selfish as the average. He is said to be a hard landlord, and his tenants get very few favors."
"I am surprised to hear that."
"He is trading on his philanthropy. It would be interesting to learn where his wealth came from. I should not be surprised if he were more smart than honest."
Warner Powell found himself getting interested in this Browning. Was he really a good man, who was unjustly criticised, or was he a sham philanthropist, as charged?
"After all, it doesn't concern me," he said to himself. "The good people of Milwaukee may choose whom they please for mayor so far as I am concerned."
After supper Warner stepped up to the cigar stand to buy a cigar. This, as the reader will remember, was kept by Jack King, an old California acquaintance of Thomas Browning, whose first appearance in our story was in the character of a tramp and would-be burglar.
"Is business good?" asked Warner, pleasantly.
"It is fair; but it seems slow to a man like myself, who has made a hundred dollars a day at the mines in California."
"I have been in California myself," said Powell, "but it was recently, and no such sums were to be made in my time."
"That is true. It didn't last with me. I have noticed that even in the flush times few brought much money away with them, no matter how lucky they were."
"There must become exceptions, however."
"There were. We have a notable example in Milwaukee."
"To whom do you refer?"
"To Thomas Browning, the man who is up for mayor."
Jack King laughed.
"I've heard a lot of talk about that man. He's very honest and very worthy, I hear."
"They call him so," he answered.
"I am afraid you are jealous of that good man," said Warner, smiling.
"I may be jealous of his success, but not of his reputation or his moral qualities."
"Then you don't admire him as much as the public generally?"
"No, I know him too well."
"He is really rich, is he not?"
"Yes, that is, he is worth, perhaps, two hundred thousand dollars."
"That would satisfy me."
"Or me. But I doubt whether the money was creditably gained."
"Do you know anything about it? Were you an acquaintance of his?"
"Yes; I can remember him when he was only a rough miner. I never heard that he was very lucky, but he managed to take considerable money East with him."
Warner eyed Jack King attentively.
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