“I should like it very much indeed,” said Jack, eagerly. “My son will need a messenger boy in a day or so, as the lad he has is about to leave. You shall have the place. I will telephone to him from the hotel and secure the position for you at once.” “I thank you very much, sir,” said the boy gratefully. “My mother and sister depend largely on me, and I am sorry to say that I really need a job very badly.” “I am glad to know that I can be of use to you in so important a particular,” said the old gentleman, in a tone of satisfaction. “Here we are; let us go in.” The first thing Mr. Atherton did was to get in communication with his son, a Wall Street banker and broker, and he had no difficulty in making good his promise to Jack. Then they went upstairs in the hotel to the room that had been temporarily engaged by Mrs. Bruce (which was the name of Mr. Atherton’s daughter). “Laura, dear, this is Jack Hazard, the boy who saved our little Fanny’s life. You may remember he was standing near us at the time Fanny fell into the river.” We will not repeat what Mrs. Bruce said to Jack. She felt as all fond mothers do feel under the circumstances, and expressed herself accordingly. She was deeply grateful for what the boy had done, and she brought him over to the bed where little Fanny lay covered up, waiting for her garments to dry, and made the child kiss him and say, “T’ank oo, Jack.” While it is very nice to be praised, and all that, for doing a plucky action, still our hero rather objected, on the whole, to be made a hero of. He was glad when the interview was over and he was permitted to take his leave with a letter from Mr. Atherton in his pocket addressed to “William Atherton,--Wall Street,” accompanied with instructions to present same immediately. It was a vastly different boy that walked across the Brooklyn bridge about eleven o’clock from the one who a couple of hours before had crossed the river on the Fulton Ferry. His thrilling adventure, with its attendant results, had left an indelible mark upon him. He seemed to have grown older and more manly all at once. Not only that, but was now assured of a position--and a good one, at that--in a section of the city and a business he had more than once regarded with envy. “Won’t mother and sis be glad when I go home and tell them,” he mused as he stepped out with unusual vigor and glanced around on the promenade with eyes that fairly brimmed over with happiness. “Yes; I feel I’ve got the chance of my life, and if I don’t improve it, my name isn’t Jack Hazard.” He found ---- Wall Street without any trouble, and he saw that the offices of William Atherton were on the second floor. “Is Mr. Atherton in?” he inquired of a clerk. “Yes; but he is engaged at present. What is your business with him?” “Please give him this letter.” “Any answer?” asked the clerk as he took it. “I guess so,” replied Jack. “Take a seat,” said the clerk, brusquely, and walked away.