“I know you’re wrong,” said one of the boys, “you’re talking to hear yourself talk. You are looking fur trouble. That’s what you are. I ken prove it. I ken show you I wasn’t on the corner fur a week.” “That’s right,” replied the other boy, “why wasn’t you there fur a week, because you stole the papers from the poor old woman and was ashamed to sell ’round the corner. Now, come off, you took de papers.” At the corner of the post-office is a small stand kept by a woman, who has been engaged in selling papers for a number of years. One morning, some papers were missing from a bundle lying upon the sidewalk. The boy accused usually sold papers on the corner and his absence for several mornings gave rise to the suspicion that he either took the papers or knew something about them. “As I said before,” continued the accused boy, “I did not steal the papers, an’ you got no proof to show I did.” There was silence for some moments when Sunny Willie, said, in a whisper, to the president: “I saw de kid take the papers. Shall I butt in?” “Yes, you arbitrate the case—settle it,” replied the president. The usual smile was still missing when Willie said, quietly: “Sand the track, you’re slipping.” “What do you mean?” asked the boy, his face becoming very red. “You know the rule of the association is to warn a boy when he’s slipping; when he’s doin’ something wrong. When I say, sand the track, I mean you can’t go forward, you go backward, and some one must help you or you slide back, see? I’m the fellow who’s ready to stop you from sliding. I saw you take the papers.” The accused was surprised. He could not talk. Sunny Willie again came to his rescue. “I’ll give you these pennies,” he said, and the smile returned to his pretty face. In his little hand he held ten new pennies. “Now, didn’t you take the papers?” “Yes, but I intended to return the money for them, or make it all right with the old woman.” “Come,” he continued addressing Willie, “I’ll go with you and we’ll make it all right.” Out the three boys went and they were soon talking with the old woman. Shortly, Sunny Willie returned to the office. “If I hadn’t a put sand on his track he would have slipped way back,” he said to the president, “Everything’s all right. He will never steal papers again.” Another little seller, a favorite on the street among business men, one of whom the president often purchases a paper to please the newsboy, came running into the office one evening and throwing his bundle upon the lap of the president said: “Here, pres., hold these papers until I go into the hotel to get a drink of water.” The act was done so quickly the president found the big bundle on his lap before he really understood the wishes of the newsie, but he quickly returned, took the papers, and said, as he hastened out: “Thank you, Mr. President.” The confidence this boy had in the president was appreciated, not only by him but by those who witnessed the act.