et
crossing. She was hysterical as the rescued child was placed in safety
in her arms. Other women were crying. A big policeman arrived on the
scene. Griscom gave the particulars of the occurrence.

"Name, please?" said the officer to Ralph.

"Oh, that isn't necessary at all," said Ralph.

"Isn't it? Do you know whose child that is?"

"No," said Ralph.

"The father is Judge Graham, the richest man in the town. Why, he'd
hunt the world over to find you. A lucky fellow you are."

Ralph gave his name and the train proceeded on its way amid the cheers
of the passengers, who had learned of the brave act of the young
fireman. When terminus was reached, a fine-looking old lady approached
the locomotive.

"Mr. Fairbanks," she said to Ralph, "the passengers desire you to
accept a slight testimonial of their appreciation of your bravery in
saving that young child."

Ralph flushed modestly.

"This looks like being paid for doing a simple duty," he said, as the
lady extended an envelope.

"Not at all, Mr. Fairbanks. It was a noble act, and we all love you
for it."

"I think more of that sentiment than this money," declared Ralph.

The envelope contained fifty dollars. Griscom told the story of the
rescue all over Stanley Junction next day, and the local newspapers
made quite an article of it.

The next morning Ralph had just completed his breakfast, when his
mother went to the front door to answer the bell. She showed some one
into the parlor and told Ralph that a gentleman wished to see him.

The young fireman was somewhat astonished, upon entering the parlor,
to be grasped by the hand and almost embraced by a stranger.

"I am Judge Graham," spoke the latter, in a trembling, excited tone.
"Young man, you saved the life of my only child."

"I was glad to," said Ralph modestly.

The judge went on with a description of the joy and gratitude of the
mother of the child, of his sentiments towards Ralph, and concluded
with the words:

"And now, Mr. Fairbanks, I wish to reward you."

"That has been done already," said Ralph, "in your gracious words to
me."

"Not at all, not at all," declared the judge. "Come, don't be modest.
I am a rich man."

"And I a rich mother in having so noble a son," spoke Mrs. Fairbanks,
with deep emotion. "You must not think of a reward, sir. He will not
take it."

After a while the judge left the house, but he did so with an
insistent and significant declaration that "he would not