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young man came down later he would find
his office cleaned up. Seemed like all of a
sudden, after what had happened between
you and me, that I wanted to work and
pay my own way. I had never before been
anything but a loafer."

"But you couldn't have known that the
office belonged to a young man unless you
waited there until after he came in!"
Betty exclaimed.

Anthony laughed. "Oh, yes, I waited
all right and I have been in that same
office more or less ever since, until I came
home to Woodford the day before yesterday.
Of course I meant to clear out as
soon as I had finished, but while I was
working I heard a quiet chuckle behind me,
and swinging around, there stood Mr. Andrews!"

"But who was or is this Mr. Andrews?"
Betty asked impatiently, too interested to
be particularly polite.

"My next best friend, after you," the
young fellow answered. "Why, I think I
can remember even now his very first
words to me: 'Hello,' he said, 'why are
you doing me such a good turn?' 'Because
you have just done me one. I slept all
night in your office,' I answered. He
didn't seem surprised and I thought that
rather funny. But afterwards I learned
that he had been a poor boy himself and
had slept in all sorts of queer places.
He is still poor enough, goodness knows,
but he has graduated in law and set
up an office. He will succeed some
day, sure as faith. You can bet on him."

Betty bit her lips, her eyes dancing with
amusement and curiosity. Actually her
visitor was becoming so much in earnest
over his friend that he was forgetting to
be afraid of her.

"But what about you and your success?"
she demanded.

The young man flushed, moving uncomfortably
in his chair, as though yearning to
get away from his questioner, and yet not
knowing exactly how.

"Success, _my_ success? I haven't yet
used that word in connection with myself.
I have just managed to keep on working,
that's about all. Mr. Andrews let me
continue sleeping in his office after I told him
my story and cleaning it to pay for my
lodging. Then by getting up early enough
I arranged to take care of a few others for
money and to run errands now and then.
I read in between times."

"Read? Read what?" Betty inquired
inexorably, half smiling and half frowning
at her own persistence. For somehow in
their half hour's talk together she had seen
something in Anthony Graham that made
her guess that the young man had worked
harder and d