ARRIVAL IN NEW YORK--A NIGHT IN A LODGING-HOUSE.

ON and on for the rest of the day walked Archie. His feet were sore,
he was weak from hunger, and he was made miserable with being homesick.
People who met him on the road turned around to look at the slender lad
with the pale face and the weary step, but he kept walking on, stopping
for nothing, and noticing no one. At noon he picked some apples in an
orchard, and these appeased his hunger. When evening drew near, however,
he felt that he could go without food no longer, so he didn't hesitate
to stop at a house and ask for food. "I know mother would give a boy
food if one should come to our door," he said to himself, "so I do not
think it wrong for me to ask for food here." He was fortunate enough to
strike a pleasant housewife, who took him in and made him sit down at
the kitchen table, which she covered with good things to eat. There was
cold roast beef, some fried potatoes and a glass of good fresh milk. And
then she gave him some apple pie, so that when he had finished Archie
felt better than for many a day. While he ate he told the good woman why
he was going to New York, and her sympathy was enlisted at once. "Why,
you poor lad," she exclaimed, "just to think of your being in the city
all alone. And what will your mother think?"

Archie couldn't imagine what his mother did think. He had remembered her
every minute during the last few days, and was anxious to write her,
so he decided to ask the woman for some paper and a pencil. These were
gladly given him, and he sat down and told his mother that he was almost
to New York and that he had been having a splendid time. He was careful
not to say anything about his experience with Farmer Tinch, or the
night he spent with the tramps. He knew these things would only make her
unhappy, and it was just as well that she should think everything was
smooth sailing for him. His letter was filled with his enthusiasm and
his hope for the morrow, so that when good Mrs. Dunn received it she
was overjoyed, and hurried over to show it to the Widow Sullivan, who
enjoyed it thoroughly and said "I told you so." Poor Mrs. Dunn had
been having a very miserable time of it. She was hardly surprised that
morning when she awoke and found Archie gone, but she was naturally much
worried for fear some accident would happen to him before he reached New
York. Once there, she felt that she needn't worry much about him, for,
strange to say, Mrs. D