Strange as this may seem, it is not distinguishable in a cosmopolitan city.

My eyes were greeted with the same huge wearisome signs of the merchants; the same sad-eyed "sandwich men;" the same newsboys yelling and scampering back and forth; the same rumble of the omnibuses, the roar of the drays, and the rattle of the cabs.

I was not much interested in all I saw.

Suddenly my roving eyes rested upon a familiar face.

It was Hillars, and he was pushing rapidly across the street.