Irish blessings mingled with tears and garnished with curses in the most extraordinary way were showered upon Michael and at last when he could stand no more, Sam said: “Aw, cut it out, Sal. You go home an’ scrub. Come on, now!” and he bundled her off in a hurry. Late as it was, old Sal lit a fire, and by the light of a tallow candle got down on her stiff old knees and began to scrub. It seemed nothing short of a miracle that her room could ever look like that one she had just seen, but if scrubbing could do anything toward it, scrub she would. It was ten years since she had thought of scrubbing her room. She hadn’t seemed to care; but tonight as she worked with her trembling old drink-shaken hands the memory of her childhood’s home was before her vision, and she worked with all her might. So the leaven of the little white room in the dark alley began to work. “The Angel’s quarters” it was named, and to be called to go within its charmed walls was an honor that all coveted as time went on. And that was how Michael began the salvation of his native alley. Chapter XIV Michael had been three months with the new law firm and was beginning to get accustomed to the violent contrast between the day spent in the atmosphere of low-voiced, quiet-stepping, earnest men who moved about in their environment of polished floors, oriental rugs, leather chairs and walls lined with leather-covered law books; and the evening down in the alley where his bare, little, white and gold room made the only tolerable spot in the neighborhood. He was still occupying the fourth floor back at his original boarding house, and had seen Mr. Endicott briefly three or four times, but nothing had been said about his lodgings. One morning he came to the desk set apart for him in the law office, and found a letter lying there for him. “Son:” it said, “your board is paid at the address given below, up to the day you are twenty-one. If you don’t get the benefit it will go to waste. Mrs. Semple will make you quite comfortable and I desire you to move to her house at once. If you feel any obligation toward me this is the way to discharge it. Hope you are well, Yours, Delevan Endicott.’” Michael’s heart beat faster with varied emotions. It was pleasant to have some one care, and of course if Mr. Endicott wished it so much he would manage it somehow—perhaps he could get some night work or copying to do—but he would never let him bear his expenses. That could not be. He hurried off at the noon hour to find his benefactor and make this plain with due gratitude. He found, however, that it was not so easy to change this man’s mind, once made up. Endicott would not hear to any change in arrangements. He had paid the board for the remaining months of Michael’s minority and maintained his right to do so if he chose. Neither would he let Michael refund him any of the amount.