k,
brick-paved ward through which he had roamed when a cub. It had changed,
of course, as all things American must, but it was so much the same,
after all, that he could point out the alleys where he used to toss
pennies and play cards and fight. Every corner was historic to him.
"Phil O'Brien used to keep saloon here--and I've earned many a dime
sweepin' out for his barkeeper. I was never a drunken lad," he gravely
said; "I don't know why--I had all the chance there was. I've been
moderate of drink all me life. No, I won't say that--I'll say I tuck it
as it came, with no fear and no favor. When playin', I always let it
alone--it spiled me nerve--I let the other felly do the drinkin'."

Some of the signs were unchanged, and he sent Lucius in to ask the
proprietor of the "Hoosac Market" to step out; and when he appeared, a
plump man with close-clipped gray hair and smoothly shaven face, he
shouted, "'Tis old Otto--just the man I nade. Howdy, Otto Siegel?"

Siegel shaded his eyes and looked up at Haney. "You haff the edventege
off me alretty."

"I'm Mart Haney--you remember Mart Haney."

Siegel grasped the situation. "Sure! Vy, how you vass dis dime, eh!
Vell, vell--you gome pack in style, ain't it? Your daughter--yes?"

"My wife," said Haney.

Siegel raised a fat arm, which a dirty blue undershirt imperfectly
draped, and Bertha shook hands with curt politeness. "Vell, vell, Mart,
you must haff struck a cold-mine by now, hah?"

"That's what."

"Vell, vell! and I licked you fer hookin' apples off me vonce--aind dot
right?"

Mart grinned. "I reckon that's so. I said I'd cut you in two when I grew
up; all boys say such things, but I reckon your whalin' did me good. But
what I want to know is this, can you tell me where to find the old man?"

"Your fader? He's in Brooklyn--so I heart. I don't know. My, my! he'll
be clad to see you--"

"You don't know his address?"

"No, I heart he was livin' mit your sister Kate."

"Donahue's in a saloon, I reckon."

"Always. He tondt know nodding else. You can fint him in the
directory--Chon Donahue, barkeep."

"All right. Much obleeged." Haney looked around. "I don't suppose any of
the boys are livin' here now?"

"Von or two. Chake Schmidt iss a boliceman, Harry Sullivan iss in te
vater-vorks department, ant a few oders. Mostly dey are scattered; some
are teadt--many are teadt," he added, on second thought.

"Well, good-luck," and Haney reached down to shake hands agai