"If you ever run across this Mr. Thomas, of St. Louis, present him my compliments, will you?"
"Yes, sir," answered Luke, with a smile.
"By the way, what is your name?"
"Luke Walton."
The gentleman started.
"Luke Walton!" he repeated, slowly, eying the newsboy with a still closer scrutiny.
"Yes, sir."
"It's a new name to me. Can't your father find a better business for you than selling papers?"
"My father is dead, sir."
"Dead!" repeated Browning, slowly. "That is un fortunate for you. How long has he been dead?"