ar Fifth Avenue, and then he began to go on long journeys
which gave him rides on the elevated roads from one end of the city to
the other; "from the Battery to the Harlem River," as the saying is.

The work was hard, though, and more so for Danny, because, after or
before his long hours on duty, he went every day or night to the school
in the Newsboys' Lodging-house where he lived. If he had been on night
duty, no matter how late he had been up, nor how many miles he had
walked, he was at school the next morning, and if on day duty, he did
not go to bed until he had attended the night class. I cannot say that
Danny liked this, for he would much rather have gone with the other boys
on their pleasure excursions about the city, but Mr. Kean had urged
Danny to put in all the time he could spare in school. He promised him
that if he did so he would find him a better position when he was far
enough advanced to take one.

One evening, when it was nearly time for Danny to go off duty, a
messenger call came in the office, and as he was "next" he had to answer
it. It took him to a big fashionable house where he had often been
before, and he expected as usual to have a short errand with a note to
some neighboring house or shop. But when a servant let him into the big
hall he was soon joined by a maid who gave him a bundle to carry, and
told him he was to take it, and pilot her to the Tenement Mission,
"wherever that may be," said the maid, crossly.

Danny knew well enough where it was, for it was situated only a few
blocks from the place he once called "home," where he had lived with his
uncle who had made him beg, and whom he had never seen since the day he
escaped, by Mr. Kean's aid, from the policeman who had arrested both him
and his uncle.

What he could not understand was what so grand a house as he was then in
could have to do with the Tenement Mission, and he said so to the maid
when they were on the street walking toward the Third Avenue elevated
station.

"I don't wonder at your surprise," said the maid. "The lady in charge of
that nasty mission is the young lady of our house, and I'm her maid.
What she wants to go down among those trash for I'm sure I don't know."

"Say," exclaimed Danny, in amazement, "de yer mean dat Barstow lives
where we's just come from?"

"Sure, Miss Barstow," answered the maid, "but how do you know?"

"Everybody down dare where I useter live knows her, and calls her 'a
tenement angel,'"