"You must let me refund the money, Andy," said his employer. "Five dollars is a good deal for a boy to give."

 

"Don't forget that I have a double income, Mr. Crawford. I would prefer that this money should come from me. If you are willing to give another five dollars, it will be appreciated."

 

"Then I will make it ten. Will you take charge of this bill and give it to Mrs. Carter?"

 

"With the greatest pleasure, Mr. Crawford. You have no idea what happiness it will give the family."

 

"I am glad you called my attention to their needs. If I could do anything more to help them--"

 

"You can if you know any one who wants a typewriter."

 

"Is the boy able to work a typewriter?"

 

"No, but the mother is. Before her marriage she was in a lawyer's office."

 

"That is a fortunate suggestion. I have a college friend--a classmate at Columbia--Mr. Gardner, who has just parted with his typewriter, who is about to be married."

 

"May I call at his office, and ask for the situation for Mrs. Carter?"

 

"Yes; it is on Nassau Street."

 

Andy seized his hat and went over to the lawyer's office.

 

It was 132 Nassau Street, in the Vanderbilt Building. He went up in the elevator and found Mr. Gardner in.

 

"I come from Mr. Crawford," said Andy. "He says you need a typewriter."

 

"Are you a typewriter?"

 

"No; I ask for the position for a lady;" and he told the story.

 

"You say she has had experience in a lawyer's office?"

 

"Yes, sir."

 

"That will make her more desirable. When can she call?"

 

"I will have her here to-morrow morning at any hour."

 

"Say ten o'clock--a little before, perhaps."

 

The lawyer was a pleasant-looking man of medium age, and Andy felt sure that he would be a kind and considerate employer.

 

After office hours, and before going up to his pupil, Andy called at the humble home of Mrs. Carter. The widow's face brightened as she saw him.

 

"You are my good friend," she said. "You are welcome."

 

"My employer, Mr. Crawford, sends you this," and Andy displayed the bill.

 

"It is a godsend. It will enable me to pay my rent, due on Saturday, and give me three dollars over."

 

"But that is not all. I have procured you a situation as typewriter in a lawyer's office. You will have to be on hand to-morrow morning a little before ten. The office is Mr. Gardner's, at 132 Nassau Street."

 

"I can hardly believe in my good fortune. I will be there."

 

"Can you leave the children?"

 

"I will ask my neighbor, Mrs. Parker, to look after them. What a good young man you are!" she exclaimed, gratefully.

 

"Not young man--boy," corrected Andy, with a smile.

 

"Won't you stay and take a cup of tea?"

 

"Thank you, Mrs. Carter, but I have an evening engagement. Oh, by the way, I forgot to say that Mr. Gardner will pay you ten dollars a week."

 

"I shall feel rich. I shall no longer be worried by thoughts of starvation."

 

"Some time you might consult Mr. Gardner about your brother-in-law's withholding your share of the estate. He will be able to advise you."

 

Andy felt a warm glow in his heart at the thought of the happiness he had been instrumental in bringing to the poor family. He had learned the great lesson that some never learn, that there is nothing so satisfactory as helping others. We should have a much better world if that was generally understood.

 

The next day Andy received a letter from his stanch friend, Valentine Burns. He read it eagerly, for it brought him some home news, and in spite of his success he had not forgotten Arden and his many friends there.

 

This was the letter:

 

"DEAR ANDY: How long it seems since I saw you! ............