A prominent clothier saw the notice of the boy finding the money and his desire to seek the owner. He wrote the president: “If you will send that honest boy to me I will present him with the best suit of clothes in my store.” The mother accompanied Bundle to the store and not only did he receive a new suit of clothes but an overcoat as well. Within forty-eight hours after the find was advertised the rightful owner appeared, received the money, and presented the boy with a five dollar bill and a good watch. “Keep this watch to remind you that if you will follow up your honest beginning, you will not only be a rich man, but a good one.” The object of relating this incident is the sequel. The big head-line compliments in the newspapers; the many little presents and congratulations Bundle received had a surprising effect upon his mother. She was proud of being the boy’s mother. Her sons and daughters posed on the corners and pointed with pride to their brother. Not only did this act have a good effect on the boy and the family, but upon the entire street, as the remark is often heard, “this is the street that has the honest newsboy.” CHAPTER XIX. There are many interesting cases coming to the attention of persons interested in newsboys, and they all have a tendency to awaken sympathy. Two little boys, ages nine and ten, were brought to the president one morning by an officer of the association. They were accused of fighting, “almost to a finish.” Between sobs and tears they both tried to tell why they were fighting. While telling their story, a boy about fourteen years of age entered the office. He was also crying, but more seriously. The president turned to him and sympathetically asked, “what is the matter?” With his hands rubbing his eyes he answered: “One of the newsies run out of the alley and throwed my papers into the gutter and they’re all spoiled.” “Where did the boy go?” “He runned away and left me alone.” “How many papers had you?” “I had four.” The two boys that were crying, forgot their troubles and became interested in the other boy. Calling the two boys, the president asked them if they would run out and try to find the bad boy who threw the papers in the street. Of course they were delighted to go. Taking the crying fourteen-year-old newsboy by the hand, the little fellows left the office. After waiting an hour, and no signs of the boys returning, the president went upon the street and to his surprise saw the two little boys, who were to hunt down the villain, playing together. “Well, what was done with the boy who ruined Joe’s stock of papers; did you find them?”