"Why did you bring out a man like that?" the cook questioned me soon after I reached the house, and every one looked up from the evening paper he was reading anxious to have his little laugh. But years have taught me somewhat of the ways of men. Did not Moses, when the children of Israel attempted to entangle him in argument, make his contention invulnerable by stating, "God spake unto Moses, saying,----" After that there wasn't much chance for argument. The best thing they could do at such a time was to quietly line up in the ranks. And there is an answer that will always check the hilarity of homeless men and make them as sympathetic as children. "Why did you bring him out with you?" the cook repeated. "Why?" I said, simply, "the man is hungry." Each boy frowned at the cook and turned back to his reading. And the cook made no answer, except he served the new-comer with double portions. That night the German slept with his bed between the two beds of the Reception Committee, and I heard nothing from him until they came to report to me in the morning. "Father," said one of the committee, "I don't like that old party you brought out with you yesterday. All night long in his sleep he was muttering: 'Down with the millionaire; curse the capitalist'--that man is an anarchist." A moment later the second member of the committee came in. "Mr. Floyd, you know that wooden box that 'Whiskers' brought with him?" he asked, nervously; "I put my ear down to it and listened. I could hear something inside going tick, tick, tick, as plain as day." "You are excited," I said. "After breakfast send the man to me." In my room the German and myself talked a long time. I asked him about the University of Heidelberg, the influence of the student in German politics and of the world-wide socialistic movement--had he ever read the works of Karl Marx, the great Socialist? No, he never had. Had he ever read La Salle, the anarchist? No. Or, in his travels, had he ever seen that little pamphlet entitled, "Dynamite as a Revolutionary Agency?" No. But despite the denial, it was plain to see that my old German was the anarchist that my committee had decided him to be. So I sent out word that the boys should redouble their kindness to their half-crazed friend. It was an opportunity to try our simple methods upon a man who felt that the sad old world and its many peoples were as utterly lost as a man may become who believes that there is no good within himself. Men who feel themselves to be evil, they work evil. Hardly had a fortnight passed before our good anarchist caught the spirit of the place and began to feel that kindly sympathy that dwells even in the hearts of stranded men. The young men grew really fond of him. At night he was the last man to knock at my door to see that everything had been given attention; in the morning he was the first to ask what I wished done.