A CONSPIRACY. James Grey continued to follow Maurice Walton and his companion until his patience was nearly exhausted. At length, just as the city clocks were striking ten, Baker said: "Well, Walton, I must bid you good-night." "Won't you walk home with me? It isn't far out of your way." "Can't do it to-night. The fact is, I want to see the governor before he retires. I'm hard up, and shall try to get a ten-dollar bill out of him." "I wish you success. As to being 'hard up,' I can sympathize with you. Couldn't you ask him for an extra ten for me?" "I would if there was any chance of getting it, but I'm afraid my own chance is slim enough." "If I only got Grey's salary, I wouldn't ask favors of anybody; but how is a fellow to get along on ten dollars a week?" "Just so. Well,

