Linton," continued Tony.
"Thank you sir, but I don't think my father would like to have me
visit a billiard-saloon--at any rate, till I am older."
"Oh, I'll see that you come to no harm. If you don't want to play,
you can look on."
"At any rate, I am obliged to you for your polite invitation."
"Oh, I like to have the nice boys of the village around me. Your
friend Randolph Duncan often visits me."
"So I have heard," replied Linton.
"Well, I won't keep you, but remember my invitation."
"I am not very likely to accept," thought Linton. "I have heard that
Randolph visits the billiard-room too often for his good."
CHAPTER XXXVII
AN INCIDENT ON THE CARS
As soon as possible, Luke started on his return to New York. He
had enjoyed his journey, but now he felt a longing to see home
and friends once more. His journey to Chicago was uneventful. He
stayed there a few hours, and then started on his way home. On his
trip from Chicago to Detroit he fell in with an old acquaintance
unexpectedly.
When about thirty miles from Detroit, having as a seatmate a very
large man, who compressed him within uncomfortable limits, he took
his satchel, and passing into the car next forward, took a seat
a few feet from the door. He had scarcely seated himself when,
looking around, he discovered, in the second seat beyond, his old
Chicago acquaintance, Mr. J. Madison Coleman. He was as smooth
and affable as ever, and was chatting pleasantly with a rough,
farmerlike-looking man, who seemed very much taken with his
attractive companion.
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