Warner Powell hastened to catch the train, and, at six o'clock in the evening, landed, with a large number of fellow passengers, in the metropolis of Wisconsin.
CHAPTER XXXVII
THOMAS BROWNING'S SECRET
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."