can tell about your policeman friend, too."

This was surprising. Archie couldn't imagine why any one should
be interested in knowing about his daily life, but he sat down and
succeeded in writing a very interesting two columns about it. He was
much surprised that he should be able to write so easily and so well. Of
course he knew that composition and rhetoric had been his two strongest
studies at school, but he had never realised before that he had any
great talent for writing. When he had finished this article, the editor
looked it over, and said, "That's great. You're all right, my boy. We'll
make a great journalist of you yet," and of course this made Archie very
happy. "Wait until this story is set up," said Mr. Jennings, the editor,
"and I'll see what you can do in the way of correcting proofs."

When the proofs came, in a very short time, he hardly knew what to do
with them. But in reading them he discovered several mistakes, which he
lost no time in correcting, and Mr. Jennings said that he had done very
well indeed. "Now you can spend the day in doing what you please.
I would suggest that you go about New York and have as many strange
experiences as possible, so that to-morrow you can write them up for us.
And it will pay you, by the way, to go out to Coney Island, which is a
different place from any you have seen before. You are sure to see some
unusual things, and in the morning you can bring me in two columns about
it."

Before leaving, Archie was asked if he needed any money. "You mustn't
hesitate to ask for it, because you can have it as well to-day as on
Saturday." But as he had left several dollars of the thirty he had
received the day before, Archie didn't draw any more, and he thought it
most remarkable that the editor should have so much money to pay out.

He had no difficulty in getting a trolley-car to Coney Island, and,
after an hour's riding through Brooklyn streets, he found himself in the
most unique and most delightful place imaginable, It was a queer-looking
town, with great wheels in the air, high towers, with elevators and
innumerable merry-go-rounds, and other sources of amusement. The noise
was something terrific. Hand-organs, street-pianos, and German bands
were all playing at the same time, while people hurried about from one
place to another, enjoying the hundreds of games and riding the various
scenic railways and carrousels. Archie stood mute with delight at it
all, but before five