greatest of all the virtues send their homeless to rest. I rejoiced to understand that Seattle abolished this frightful tenderloin at the end of the administration which was in control of the city at the time of my visit. While loafing late in the evening in one of the big beer joints, a strong, healthy fellow with whom I had been talking (and in our talk we discovered we were both broke) said, "If I had thought for one moment I would not have been at work by this time, I would not have sent so much of my money home." Then he continued, "Where are you going to sleep to-night?" With a quick thought, I replied, "Oh, I am fixed for something to-night. I have two places and you can surely have one of them if you want it. One is at the Salvation Army. I was up there not long ago and the attendant told me they couldn't think of giving me supper, bath and breakfast, but if I would come and help him clean up between eleven and twelve o'clock at night he would give me a place to lie down, and you may have it. Do you want it?" "You bet I do," he answered. Then I said, "It is nearly eleven o'clock now. Let us go there." As we approached the place I said, "I'll not go in and you will stand a better show." He went in with an uncertain manner. He was not used to begging. Presently he returned and said, "I don't see anyone." "He is back in there somewhere," I said, "hunt him up." Trying again, I saw him come out with a broom. Looking through the window he saw me, smiled and shook his hand as he began sweeping. He had got his job and covering. The next day I met two brothers, one of whom was pale and trembling and staggered as he walked. I said to the elder boy (for they were only boys), "What is the matter with the kid?" "Sick. They let him stay in the hospital until he could walk. I guess he is still sick." These boys, one a tradesman and the other out of work, had no home, no money, were obliged to beg, and were sleeping under the most horrible conditions. I think that if the search light could be thrown on every man destitute of a home, and into the places he is forced by circumstances to seek rest in Seattle, the humanitarians and the people of that city who really care would walk their streets and know no peace until a remedy had been found. As I looked up the street I saw a large stone building and asked a citizen where the city jail was. He pointed to the great stone building and said, "That is the City Hall. On the top floor is the City Jail." I remarked, "That is wonderful. That is the first jail I have ever found located as that one seems to be. It must be very bright and light and sanitary, compared to most of the prisons, which are under or almost under the ground." "Yes," he replied, "it is, but it makes me shudder when I think of the awful den we had for years before that was built."