“If you get to be an educated man you will be able to earn money and help them. You can lift them up to better things; build good houses for them to live in; give them work to do that will pay good wages, and help them to be good men.” “Are you educated?” Thinking he was making progress Endicott nodded eagerly. “Is that wot you does fer folks?” The bright eyes searched his face eagerly, keenly, doubtfully. The color flooded the bank-president’s cheeks and forehead uncomfortably. “Well,—I might—” he answered. “Yes, I might do a great deal for people, I suppose. I don’t know as I do much, but I could if I had been interested in them.” He paused. He realized that the argument was weakened. Mikky studied his face. “But dey needs me now, de kids does,” he said gravely, “Jimmie, he don’t have no supper most nights less’n I share; and Bobs is so little he can’t fight dem alley kids; n’ sometimes I gets a flower off’n the florist’s back door fer little sick Jane. Her’s got a crutch, and can’t walk much anyhow; and cold nights me an’ Buck we sleeps close. We got a box hid away where we sleeps close an’ keeps warm.” The moisture gathered in the eyes of the banker as he listened to the innocent story. It touched his heart as nothing ever had before. He resolved that after this his education and wealth should at least help these little slum friends of Mikky to an occasional meal, or a flower, or a warm bed. “Suppose you get Buck to take your place with the kids while you go to school and get an education and learn how to help them better.” Mikky’s golden head negatived this slowly. “Buck, he’s got all he kin do to git grub fer hisse’f an’ his sister Jane. His father is bad, and kicks Jane, and don’t get her nothin’ to eat. Buck he has to see after Janie.” “How would it be for you to pay Buck something so that he could take your place? I will give you some money that you may do as you like with, and you can pay Buck as much as you think he needs every week. You can send it to him in a letter.” “Would it be as much as a quarter?” Mikky held his breath in wonder and suspense. “Two quarters if you like.” “Oh! could I do that?” The boy’s face fairly shone, and he came and threw his arms about Endicott’s neck and laid his face against his. The man clasped him close and would fain have kept him there, for his well ordered heart was deeply stirred. Thus it was arranged. Buck was invited to an interview, but when the silver half dollar was laid in his grimy palm, and he was made to understand that others were to follow, and that he was to step up into Mikky’s place in the community of the children while that luminary went to “college” to be educated, his face wore a heavy frown. He held out the silver sphere as if it burned him. What! Take money in exchange for Mikky’s bright presence? Never!