uncomfortable after a long sleep. I sat back in and I tried to think. After a long time, I said to myse I must have a name I looked in my pockets letter No papers. Nothing with my name on. B found three thousand dollars. I must be som I thought. The train was crowded with men who were all ver friendly. One of them came and sat next to me. My name's R.P. Bolder Bolder and son Missouri. You're going to the meeting in New York. course? What's your name?' I had to reply to him, so I said quickly, Edward Pinkhammer from Cornopolis, Kansas. He was reading a newspaper, but every few minute he looked up from it, to talk to me. I understood fror his conversation that he was a druggist, and he though doesn't anythin that I was a druggist, too. I tool Are all these men druggists?' I asked. Yes, they are,' he answered. Like us, they're a Denv Elwy going to the yearly meeting in New York. After a time, he held out his newspaper to me. "Look left at that," he said. "Here's another of those men who ru befo away and then say that they have forgotten who the are. A man gets tired of his business and his family, and qui he wants to have a good time. He goes away ma somewhere and when they find him he says that he pos