Billy away from school, they did. He's six, goin' on seven, and I want
that teacher 'rested and brought here so you can tell her to let Billy
go to school. Here is our Family Bible--you can see for yourself how
old Billy is!"

The Judge adjusted his glasses, stared, and exclaimed, "God bless my
soul!"

Then he called a big, blue-coated officer over and said: "Mike, you go
with this little girl and her brother, and tell that teacher, if
possible, to allow the boy to go to school; that I say he is old
enough. You understand! If you do not succeed, come back and tell me
why."

The officer smiled and saluted.

The big policeman took the little boy in his arms. The girl carried
the sled, and I followed with the Family Bible.

The officer looked at me--"Newspaper man, I s'pose?"

"Yes," I said.

"What paper?"

"The American."

"It's the best ever."

"I think so--possibly with a few exceptions."

"She's the queerest lot yet, is this kid," and the big bluecoat jerked
his thumb toward the girl.

I suggested that we go to the restaurant across the way and get a bite
of something to eat.

"I'm not hungry," said the officer, "but the youngsters look as if
they hadn't et since day before yesterday."

We lined up at the counter.

The officer drank two cups of coffee and ate a ham sandwich, two
hard-boiled eggs, a plate of cakes and a piece of pie.

The girl and her brother each had a plate of cakes, a piece of pie and
a glass of milk.

"What's yours?" asked the waiter.

"Same," said I.

As I did not care for the cakes, the officer cleaned the plate for me.

I didn't have time to go to the school, but the officer assured me
that he would "fix it," and he winked knowingly, as if he had looked
after such things before. He was kind, but determined, and I had
confidence he would see that the little boy was duly admitted.

I started up the street alone.

They went the other way. The officer carried the little boy.

The girl with the shawl over her head followed, pulling the hand-sled,
and on the sled rested the big, black Family Bible. I lost sight of
them as they turned the corner.

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An act is only a crystallized thought.

JOHN THE BAPTIST AND SALOME

John the Baptist, the strong, fine youth, came up out of the
wilderness crying in the streets of Jerusalem, "Repent ye! Repent ye!"

Salome heard the call and