ng House, with something over for lodging,
and an occasional visit to a cheap theater, he was satisfied.

He was fifteen, and had never given a thought to what he would do when
he was older. But after meeting Rodney, and especially after taking
a room with him, he looked at life with different eyes. He began to
understand that his business, though honorable because honest, was not
a desirable one. He felt, too, that he ought to change it out of regard
for Rodney, who was now his close companion.

"If I had ten dollars ahead," he said one day, "I'd give up blackin'
boots."

"What else would you do?"

"I'd be a telegraph boy. That's more respectable than blackin' boots,
and it 'ould be cleaner."

"That is true. Do you need money to join?"

"I would get paid once in two weeks, and I'd have to live till I got my
first salary."

"I guess I can see you through, Mike."

"No; you need all your money, Rodney. I'll wait and see if I can't save
it myself."

This, however, would have taken a long time, if Mike had not been
favored by circumstances. He was standing near the ladies' entrance to
the Astor House one day, when casting his eyes downward he espied a
neat pocketbook of Russia leather. He picked it up, and from the feeling
judged that it must be well filled.

Now I must admit that it did occur to Mike that he could divert to his
own use the contents without detection, as no one had seen him pick it
up. But Mike was by instinct an honest boy, and he decided that this
would not be right. He thrust it into his pocket, however, as he had no
objection to receiving a reward if one was offered.

While he was standing near the entrance, a tall lady, dressed in brown
silk and wearing glasses, walked up from the direction of Broadway. She
began to peer about like one who was looking for something.

"I guess its hers," thought Mike.

"Are you looking for anything, ma'am?" he asked.

She turned and glanced at Mike.

"I think I must have dropped my pocketbook," she said. "I had it in my
hand when I left the hotel, but I had something on my mind and I think
I must have dropped it without noticing. Won't you help me look for it,
for I am short sighted?"

"Is this it?" asked Mike, producing the pocketbook.

"Oh yes!" exclaimed the lady joyfully. "Where did you find it?"

"Just here," answered Mike, indicating a place on the sidewalk.

"I suppose there is a good deal of money in it?" said Mike, with
pardonable curio