Six months later this boy was given a position in a wholesale house. He began on the top floor to work his way up in the business. His eagerness to learn, his willingness to do things not exactly as part of his duties caused his employers to notice him and he was advanced, in less than two years, to shipping clerk in one of the departments. Here was a boy whose home life was degrading. His neighbors paying no attention to him or his family, except to say: “That boy ought to be turned over to the police.” The newsboys, the boys we often look upon as being bad and useless, changed the life of this young man. He is now slowly becoming one of the reliable business men of the future. CHAPTER XVIII. The president was about to board a street-car for home one evening, when a dozen newsboys came running towards him, calling him to “come here.” “Bundle found fifty-six dollars,” was heard from a bunch of sellers. The president, of course had to return to his office. Bundle was a little round, red-faced boy, who always wore a large scarf around his neck, and in most any kind of weather. The sellers were not surprised at any of their number finding money but, said a bootblack: “What’s going to happen when slow-pokey Bundle finds something?” But he did, and at the enterance of one of the largest buildings in the city. “There it was,” said Bundle, “all wide open before my eyes, I stumbled over it and the money scattered. Didn’t it Sam?” There was nothing in the roll to indicate its owner. Some one accustomed to carrying money in his vest pocket had lost it. As soon as Bundle picked it up, he called to the boys across the street and on the corners. A dozen boys answered him, and they all marched towards the president’s office. Each boy had something to say. “Say, pres., we come near losing you, didn’t we?” said Bundle, “but if you did go home I would have stayed up all night holding the dough until you come to your office.” Bundle was rewarded, his companions were as delighted as he was. A happier lot of boys never walked the streets than these sellers. The next morning, Bundle, with five other boys came into the office, their faces were long; Bundle looked sad. “Bundle got a licking,” said one of the boys looking sympathetically at Bundle. The president looked surprised. “Got a licking, and what for?” “His mother licked him because he brought the money to you. She said it belonged to her and she could spend it as she liked.” It was a fact that Bundle was severely punished. “All the boys on the street saw me get a whipping,” said Bundle, “and I don’t like it.” The boys were assured that all would come out right in the end. “You just wait until we hear from the advertisement we put in the papers,” said the president. [Illustration: “FIRE-TOP.” _See Page 117_ ] The boys were soon playing upon the street.