A happy bank clerk loses his identity after a robbery and is then presumed dead.

In early-1900s Milwaukee, bank clerk August Schiller is happy with his job and his family. He is tasked with transporting $1,000 in securities to Chicago. On the train he meets a blonde seductress who convinces him to buy her a bottle of champagne and takes him to a saloon. The next morning he awakens alone in a dilapidated bedroom without the securities. He finds the woman and pleads with her to return the stolen securities. When he also threatens her, he is knocked unconscious by the saloon owner and dragged to a nearby railroad track. As the crooks strips him of his ID and papers, Schiller recovers and struggles with the saloon owner, ultimately throwing him into the path of an oncoming train, killing him. Schiller flees and, as he is about to take his own life, sees in a newspaper that he is supposedly dead. The saloon owner's mangled body had been identified as Schiller's. Twenty years pass. Schiller is now aged, unkempt, and employed to pick up trash in a park. He sees his own family go to a cemetery and place a wreath on his grave. Following other scenes in a Christmas snowstorm, Schiller makes his way to his former home, where he sees that the son whom he had taught to play violin is now a successful musician. He walks away, carrying in his pocket a dollar that his son gave him, not realizing that the old tramp was his father.—Anonymous