Mr. Carlton left the room a few moments afterwards in order to attend the Committee meeting. He said that he would not be back that night, but would meet Barry early in the morning. Within fifteen minutes the young page had communicated with Joe Hart, and in less than a half hour's time that mischievous boy was engaged in the task of addressing the wrappers on the agricultural reports. Barry, in the meantime, had the list of addresses propped up in front of him and was hard at work on the typewriter in copying the form of letter which had been left there by Mr. Carlton. He was surprised at his own speed and accuracy. He went with some deliberation at first, but after that he "struck his gait," as they say in horse-race parlance, and before very long he was turning letters out at an astonishing rate of speed. For hour after hour the click of the typewriter could be heard in the empty office building, and finally, when the clock struck midnight every one of the letters had been finished and every one of the books had been properly addressed. Barry and Joe started home, two very tired but very happy boys. Barry thought his fellow page deserved some return for his labor. He was at a loss as to just how he could repay him for the emergency work he had done so well. Presently, in a sly sort of way, he offered him a two-dollar note. Joe drew back. "What's that for?" he asked. "Simply a small return for what you've done tonight." The little fellow drew himself up to his full height. "That's an insult to my dignity," he said, proudly. "I didn't mean to do that," said Barry, half abashed, "but I'd like you to know that I appreciate what you've done." "You can't do that with money," said the other, with all of the assurance of a millionaire. "How can I do it?" "By not speaking of it," said the youngster, sharply. Barry looked at him smilingly. "You're a funny fellow, Joe," he said, finally. "Oh," said the page, with a shrug of his shoulders, "I'm like the great corporation lawyers. I never do things by halves. It's either a whopping big fee or nothing at all." They reached home in a few minutes. They both went to bed immediately and slept the sweet, refreshing sleep that comes to those who labor and who go to bed with a clear conscience. The first thing in the morning Barry stopped in at the office building to see if the letters had been dispatched. Mr. Carlton was seated at his desk and he clapped his hands with satisfaction as he saw Barry peeping in the doorway. "Come in, my boy," he said, "come in." "I just wondered whether you had signed your letters," said the boy. "Yes," replied the Congressman, in his old, jovial way. "They're all signed, sealed and delivered. Every blessed one of them has been mailed and so are the books, and it is a mighty big relief to me, I can assure you."