clothing. When this was over he felt once more like himself.
His next move was towards a restaurant, and, while eating a late supper with exceeding relish, he reviewed the situation as it now stood.
"I will write to Mr. Brice, and tell him what I have learned," he concluded. "And then I'll hang around here for a few days, and see if I can't find Mr. Montague Smith and that Mrs. Bliss. Who knows but what I might stumble across something more worth knowing? There can be no need of hurrying back to Chicago. Mr. Brice told me to take my own time, and I may never have the chance of seeing Milwaukee again."
With his bundle under his arm, Franklin left the restaurant, and strolled along past the stores, looking into this window and that, and noticing everything which looked different to what was to be seen at home. He spent two hours at this, and then, feeling tired, hunted up a cheap hotel, and put up there for the night.
Once more on land, the young electrician felt more like himself, and he slept "like a top," only awakening when the porter rapped loudly on the door at seven o'clock, the hour at which he left orders he should be called.
After breakfast Franklin hardly knew what to do. He strolled out to the front of the hotel to think the matter over.
