“Mr. Bird is sure of it, and that’s the way the evening papers put it, so----” “What! Is it printed in the paper? Let me see,” cried his sister, excitedly. Jack pointed out the article to her, and she began to read it with a great deal of interest. “But that isn’t all that happened to me,” grinned the lad, with his mouth full of Irish stew. “I should think that was enough for one day, John,” said his mother, smiling. “I found an envelope with a wad of money in it.” “Jack Hazard, you don’t mean it!” cried Annie, dropping the paper at this startling bit of intelligence. “I don’t usually say what I don’t mean, sis.” “You really and truly did find some money? How much?” “You promise you won’t faint?” “What nonsense!” “Mr. Bishop and myself both counted it. It amounted to sixty seven hundred dollars.” Mother and daughter both held up their hands in amazement. “Why, that’s a fortune!” “It would be to us; but probably the man who lost it considers such an amount a mere bagatelle.” “Did you find the owner?” “No; there was nothing in the envelope to identify the person to whom the money belonged. Mr. Bishop says we may expect to see it advertised for, probably to-morrow morning.” “Surely you will get something for returning the money,” said his sister. “I shall be satisfied if I get fifteen dollars, so mother can pay the agent Friday.” “You ought to get a great deal more than that. A good many people would keep that money, had they found it in the way you did. You ought to get at least one hundred dollars.” “Well, if I’m offered a hundred I sha’n’t refuse it, sis. You and mother need a new dress each, and I should like to get them for you.” “It’s very like you, Jack, to think of us first; but we’ll talk about all that when we see what you do realize out of your find.” “All right,” said Jack, helping himself to another hot biscuit. “The whole neighborhood is talking about you, Jack,” said his sister. “More than a dozen people whom we never saw before were in here to-day talking to mother and saying ever so many flattering things about you. Now, when they read to-night’s paper I’m afraid we shall have another crowd to-morrow. Why, you’ll be considered a regular hero.” “I’d like it better if they wouldn’t interest themselves so much with our affairs, sis,” said Jack, in a tone of annoyance. “They wouldn’t make themselves so prominent if we were dispossessed because we couldn’t pay our rent.” “I’m afraid we’ll have to submit with the best grace we can. It is one of the penalties of newspaper notoriety.” After supper Jack started to walk uptown to No. ---- East Sixty-second Street, as he didn’t feel that he could afford carfare. He reached Mr. Bird’s residence, a four-story brownstone front, a little after eight o’clock. He was very kindly received by the broker and his family, who regarded him as the savior of the household.