Old Sal sat on her doorstep shivering with her tattered shawl about her shoulders, or when it grew too cold peered from her little muslin curtained window behind the geranium, to see the dirty white hearse with its pink-winged angel atop, pass slowly in and out with some little fragment of humanity; and knew that one day her turn would come to leave it all and go—! Then she turned back to her little room which had become the only heaven she knew, and solaced herself with the contents of a black bottle! Chapter XXV During the years of his work in the alley Michael had become known more and more among workers for the poor, and he found strength in their brotherhood, though he kept mainly to his own little corner, and had little time to go out into other fields. But he had formed some very pleasant distant friendships among workers, and had met prominent men who were interested in reforms of all sorts. He was hurrying back to his boarding place one evening late in January with his mind full of the old problem of how to reach the mass of humanity and help them to live in decency so that they might stand some little chance of being good as well as being alive. At the crossing of another avenue he met a man whose eloquence as a public speaker was only equalled by his indefatigable tirelessness as a worker among men. “Good evening, Endicott,” he said cordially, halting in his rapid walk, “I wonder if you’re not the very man I want? Will you do me a favor? I’m in great straits and no time to hunt up anybody.” “Anything I can do, Doctor, I am at your service,” said Michael. “Good! Thank you!” said the great man. “Are you free this evening for an hour?” “I can be,” said Michael smiling. The other man’s hearty greeting and warm “thank you” cheered his lonely heart. “Well, then you’ll take my place at Madison Square Garden tonight, won’t you? I’ve just had a telegram that my mother is very ill, perhaps dying, and I feel that I must go at once. I’m on my way to the station now. I thought Patton would be at his rooms perhaps and he might help me out, but they tell me he is out of town on a lecture tour.” “Take your place?” said Michael aghast. “That I’m sure I could never do, Doctor. What were you going to do?” “Why, there’s a mass meeting at Madison Square Garden. We’re trying to get more playgrounds and roof gardens for poor children, you know. I was to speak about the tenement district, give people a general idea of what the need is, you know. I’m sure you’re well acquainted with the subject. They’re expecting some big men there who can be big givers if they’re touched in the right way. You’re very good to help me out. You’ll excuse me if I hurry on, it’s almost train time. I want to catch the six o’clock express West—”