MR. PERKINS MAKES AN ACQUAINTANCE. Dick Ralston and the bookkeeper stared at their Western friend in undisguised amazement. Finally Mr. Mullins said, "What did I understand you to call yourself?" "Paul Perkins, of Minneapolis." "And—you are staying at the Fifth Avenue Hotel?" "Certainly. Didn't you send this boy with a message?" said Mr. Perkins, rather impatiently. "Ye-es." "How did you know that I was coming to New York? That's what beats me." Mullins began to appreciate the situation, and he was cudgeling his brains for an explanation. Finally one came. "I may be misinformed, but I learned from a friend of yours that you were coming here with an intention of locating in our city. Now, as we are in the real estate business, I thought we would offer our services to find yo

