which he usually finds before an evening passes. Archie was
not afraid in this cosmopolitan crowd. No one seemed to notice him, and,
anyhow, there were a great many policemen about, who seemed to keep a
sharp lookout all the time. And as Archie shared his mother's faith in
the city policeman, he felt no fear.

In the lodging-house everything looked very much as before. The chairs
were still occupied with filthy-looking men, who smoked and spat and
talked in undertones among themselves. The boy paid no attention to any
of them, but, walking up to the seedy individual behind the counter,
asked him if he could go to bed now. The man answered, "Certainly," and
sent a fellow with Archie to show him his bed. It was in a long, narrow
room, which was poorly lighted with a few gas-jets here and there, and
which was filled with about thirty beds, all narrow, and all dirty. One
of these was pointed out to Archie, and then the man left him. The poor
lad felt more homesick than ever, and had it not been that he had a
glorious to-morrow to look forward to, he would have been very miserable
indeed. As it was, he undressed and got between the chilly sheets, when
he remembered that he hadn't looked after his little roll of bills for a
long time, and that some of them might be missing. He crawled out of
bed again, and felt inside the lining of his coat for the purse. He had
sewed it there for safe-keeping until he reached the city, for he had
some little change in his pocket, which he knew would last him for
several days.

The poor boy's hand felt nothing but a cut in the lining, where the roll
of bills had been, and all at once he realised that the money must have
been stolen from him. And he at once thought of the night in the ruins,
when he fell asleep among the tramps, and there was no doubt in his mind
but that they had taken his money from him. This was a terrible blow.
Here he was, with just a few cents in his pocket, and no one to whom he
could appeal for aid. It was the worst predicament Archie had ever
been in, and he hardly knew what to do. He sat on the side of his dirty
little bed for awhile, and then he snuggled under the covers and was
soon asleep again. For a boy who has been walking all day seldom stays
awake from worry.

But when he awoke in the morning, it was to realise the fact that he
must get some money this very day or go to the police station. The few
cents he had remaining were only enough to buy some coffee a