"Where can I find you after you have received it?"
"At the hotel next door. You are a persistent young rascal; your friend has a good advocate in you."
The boy smiled.
"I am the best friend he has in the world," he said.
"Well, if you are you had better advise him to stick to farming, or whatever he is doing, and keep out of the theatrical business; we have too many farmers in it already."
"He wouldn't take the advice, sir."
Mr. Wattles laughed as he entered the telegraph office.
"If the boy's friend has got as much 'go' as he has," he muttered, "he might do something in the business."
In a few minutes the message had been sent. An hour and a half later a messenger entered the lobby of the hotel with a telegram.
"For me?" questioned the manager, who had been impatiently pacing the floor for the last twenty minutes.