"I couldn't do it, Mr. Carton. I have only two dollars in my pocket, and
I have none to spare."

"Humph! what is that?"

Philip Carton's eyes were fixed upon the sidewalk. There was a flimsy
piece of paper fluttering about impelled by the wind. He stooped and
picked it up.

"It is a five dollar bill," he exclaimed in exultation. "My luck has
come back."

Jasper changed his tone at once. Now Philip was the better off of the
two.

"That is luck!" he said. "Shall we go into Delmonico's, and have an
ice?"

"If it is at your expense, yes."

"That wouldn't be fair. You have more money than I."

"Yes, and I mean to keep it myself. You have set me the example."

"Come, Philip, you are not angry at my refusing you a loan?"

"No; I think you were sensible. I shall follow your example. I will bid
you good night. I seem to be in luck, and will try my fortune at the
gaming table."

"I will go with you."

"No; I would prefer to go alone."

"That fellow is unreasonable," muttered Jasper, as he strode off,
discontented. "Did he expect I would divide my salary with him?"

Philip Carton, after he parted company with Jasper, walked back to where
Rodney was still selling papers.

"Give me a paper," he said.

"Which will you have?"

"I am not particular. Give me the first that comes handy. Ah, the
Evening Sun will do."

He took the paper and put a quarter into Rodney's hand.

As he was walking away Rodney called out, "Stop, here's your change,"

"Never mind," said Philip with a wave of the hand.

"Thank you," said Rodney gratefully, for twenty five cents was no trifle
to him at this time.

"That ought to bring me luck," soliloquized Philip Carton as he walked
on. "It isn't often I do a good deed. It was all the money I had besides
the five dollar bill, and I am sure the news boy will make better use of
it than I would."

"That was the young man that was walking with Jasper," reflected Rodney.
"Well, he is certainly a better fellow than he. Thanks to this quarter,
I shall have made eighty cents today, and still have half a dozen
papers. That is encouraging."

Several days passed that could not be considered lucky. Rodney's average
profits were only about fifty cent a day, and that was barely sufficient
to buy his meals. It left him nothing to put towards paying room rent.

He began to consider whether he would not be compelled to pawn some
article from his wardrobe, for he was well supplied with clothing, wh