As he said this the young man lifted his head with that angel-proud look of his that defied a universe to set him from his purpose, and Endicott while he secretly reveled in the boy’s firmness and purpose, yet writhed that he could not control this strength as he would. “Your people! Bosh! You don’t even know that! You may be the son of the richest man in New York for all you know.” “The more shame mine, then, if he left me where you found me! Mr. Endicott, have you ever been down in the alley where I used to live? Do you know the conditions down there?” “No, nor I don’t want to go. And what’s more I don’t want you to go again. Whatever you were or are, you ought to see that you are mine now. Why, youngster, how do you know but you were kidnapped for a ransom, and the game went awry? There are a thousand explanations of your unknown presence there. You may have been lost—” “Then have I not a debt to the people with whom I lived!” “Oh, poppycock!” exclaimed the man angrily. “We’d better close the conversation. You understand how I feel. If you think it over and change your mind come back and tell me within the week. I sail Saturday for Europe. I may not be back in three or four months. If you don’t make up your mind before I go you can write to me here at the office and my secretary will forward it. You have disappointed me beyond anything I could have dreamed. I am sure when you think it over you will see how wrong you are and change your mind. Until then, good-bye!” Michael arose dismissed, but he could not go that way. “I shall not change my mind,” he said sadly, “but it is terrible not to have you understand. Won’t you let me tell you all about it? Won’t you let me explain?” “No, I don’t want to hear any explanations. There is only one thing for me to understand and that is that you think more of a set of vagabonds in an alley than you do of my request!” “No! That is not true!” said Michael. “I think more of you than of any living man. I do not believe I could love you more if you were my own father. I would give my life for you this minute—” “There is an old word somewhere that says, ‘To obey is better than sacrifice.’ Most people think they would rather be great heroes than do the simple every-day things demanded of them. The test does not always prove that they would—” Michael’s head went up almost haughtily, but there were great tears in his eyes. Endicott dropped his own gaze from that sorrowful face. He knew his words were false and cruel. He knew that Michael would not hesitate a second to give his life. But the man could not bear to be withstood. “If you feel that way I cannot take this!” Michael sadly, proudly held out the check. “As you please!” said Endicott curtly. “There’s the waste-basket. Put it in if you like. It isn’t mine any longer. You may spend it as you please. My conditions have nothing to do with what is past. If you do not prize my gift to you by all means throw it away.”