Al had his own opinion on that point, but he did not express it; he only said: "The audience seemed to be very much pleased with Mrs. Anderson's work." "Pleased! Of course they were pleased. How could they help it? As for myself, I was as much delighted as I was surprised. I have given my consent to Mrs. Anderson's second appearance to-night." "Indeed, sir?" "Yes. Mr. Wattles came to me and, in the most respectful manner, asked the favor. You see, the woman who has been playing the part was so angered by my wife's success that she refused to appear. I could do nothing but yield, especially as Mr. Wattles assures me that there was a widespread feeling of disappointment on the part of those who were unable to gain admission last night. Mr. Wattles, my lad, considers Mrs. Anderson one of the greatest geniuses on the American stage; he told me so this morning." Al could not help thinking that the "foxy" manager was overdoing the thing a little; but he did not express any opinion. In fact, Mr. Anderson did not give him a chance to do so, for he went on as soon as he had caught his breath: "But never mind about all that now. Some day you will doubtless remember with pride that you assisted at the debut of Mrs. Anderson; but let us now talk of yourself." "We might find a more interesting subject, sir," suggested Al. "It is like your modesty to say so, but I cannot agree with you. Now, my lad, I have taken a great interest in you, and I am going to do what I can to help you along in the world. What do you most need now, Mr. Allston?" "Good health, sir," laughed Al; "or, rather, a continuance of it. I have about everything else I want." "Well, I am about to offer you something that you haven't got." "What is that, sir?" "A position under the city government, a position with very little work and a good salary. It has never been held by anyone as young as you before, but I haven't the slightest doubt that you will be able to discharge its duties satisfactorily. In fact, it is almost a sinecure." "You are very kind, sir," said Al, as the mayor paused, "but I cannot accept the position." "Eh? You cannot? Why not?" "For two reasons, sir." "What are they?" "One is that the position you are kind enough to offer to me is not the kind I am looking for. I am not looking for an easy berth. I want a place where there will be plenty to do." The mayor stared at the boy incredulously. "Well," he said, "you are an original. And what is your other reason for refusing?" "It is that I have a good place now, sir." "Ah, indeed? What is it?" "Mr. Wattles has engaged me as advance agent for his company." Mr. Anderson's face clouded. "And you would rather travel with a show than have an easy, respectable position here at home?" "I would, sir." "Well, that is a matter of taste. I should prefer the berth I have just offered you." "I hope you are not offended, Mr. Anderson?" said Al, a little diffidently.