"
Luke sat down immediately and wrote to Mr. Armstrong,
detailing the discovery he had made--a letter which pleased his
employer, and led him to conclude that he had made a good
choice in selecting Luke for this confidential mission.
The next day Luke left Chicago and journeyed by the most
direct route to Franklin, Minnesota. He ascertained that it was
forty miles distant from St. Paul, a few miles off the railroad.
The last part of the journey was performed in a stage, and was
somewhat wearisome. He breathed a sigh of relief when the
stage stopped before the door of a two-story inn with a swinging
sign, bearing the name Franklin House.
Luke entered his name on the register and secured a room.
He decided to postpone questions till he had enjoyed a good supper
and felt refreshed. Then he went out to the desk and opened a
conversation with the landlord, or rather submitted first to
answering a series of questions propounded by that gentleman.
"You're rather young to be travelin' alone, my young friend,"
said the innkeeper.
"Yes, sir."
"Where might you be from?"
"From New York."
"Then you're a long way from home.
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