Young Wallingford. Chester George Randolph

hello, Wix, my boy! When did you come to town?”

      A smile broke over Wallingford’s face as he shook hands with the bluecoat.

      “Hello, Harvey,” he returned. “I never would have looked for you in this make-up. It’s a funny job for the ex-secretary of the Filmore Coal Company.”

      “Forget it,” returned Harvey complacently. “There’s three squares a day in this and pickings. Where are you stopping?”

      Wallingford told him, and then looked at him speculatively.

      “Come up and see me when you go off watch,” he invited. “But don’t ask for me under the name of Wix. It’s Wallingford now, J. Rufus Wallingford.”