"I could not live on three dollars per week," he said. "That is all we care to pay," answered the proprietor, coldly. "It is more than other establishments pay." "Then I pity those who work at the other places," returned Joe, and walked out. CHAPTER XV. WHAT HAPPENED TO JOSIAH BEAN. In the meantime Josiah Bean and the slick-looking individual turned into Broad street and made their way to a certain establishment known as the Eagle's Club. Here Henry Davis called another man aside. "Say, Foxy, do you know anybody down to Barwell & Cameron's?" he asked, in a low tone, so that the old farmer could not hear. "Yes--a clerk named Chase." "Then come down and introduce me." "What's the game?" "Never mind--there's a tenner in it for you if it works." "Then I'm on, Bill." "Hush--my name is Henry Davis." "All right, Hank," returned Foxy, carelessly. He came forward and was introduced to the old farmer in the following fashion: "Mr. Richard Barlow--of Barlow & Small, manufacturers." All three made their way to the establishment of Barwell & Cameron, and then Henry Davis was introduced under that name to a clerk. As soon as Foxy had departed the slick-looking individual turned to the clerk and called the old farmer forward. "This is my esteemed friend, Mr. Josiah Bean, of Haydown Center. He has