"Then you may take a note from me to a firm in Astor Place. Wait five minutes and it will be ready." Rupert took a seat, and in five minutes the merchant reappeared with a sealed note. "This is the note," he said, "and here is a quarter for taking it." "Thank you, sir." The sum was not large, but Rupert was pleased to think that he would earn something. "Well," said his mother, when at five o'clock he entered the room. "Have you found a place?" "No, mother, places seem to be scarce. Still, I have earned something." She looked at him inquiringly. "It isn't much--only twenty-five cents. I received it for going on an errand." "It is better than nothing." "Yes, it will buy our supper." Two days more passed. They were equally barren of results. It was nearing the end of the week, and except the silver quarter Rupert had earned nothing. Things began to look serious. But little was left of his last week's wages, and the time was coming when they would be entirely destitute. Rupert, as he passed through the business district, reflected sadly that while thousands were at work there seemed to be no place and no work for him. He was going down Chambers Street toward the Elevated station when he saw in front of him a young man, perhaps thirty years of age, whose unsteady movements seemed to indicate that he was under the influence of liquor. He came near falling as Rupert neared him. "Can't I assist you?" asked Rupert, stepping to his side. The young man glanced at the boy who addressed him with a look of inquiry. "Yes," he said. "Take my arm." Rupert did so. "Where do you wish to go?" he asked. "I live in Harlem--at One-hundred-and-Seventeenth Street," replied the young man. "Have you a couple of hours to spare?" "Yes, sir." "Then see me home. I will make it worth your while." "I shall be glad to do so," said Rupert, cheerfully. "I suppose you understand what is the matter with me?" "I should think you had been drinking too much." "You are right. I have. Shameful, isn't it?" "Well, it isn't altogether creditable," said Rupert, not wishing to hurt the other's feelings. "I should say not. However, it isn't quite so bad as it seems. I haven't been drinking hard, only I am so constituted that I can drink but little without its affecting me." They had now reached the stairway leading up to the Elevated road. "Help me upstairs, boy. What is your name?" "Rupert." "Very well, Rupert." When they reached the landing the young man took his purse from his pocket. "Pay out of that," he said. Rupert selected a dime and bought two tickets. Then they passed the box where the tickets were to be deposited, and entered a train which had just arrived. They took seats in one corner, and the young man sat down with an air of relief. "I feel sleepy," he said. "If I should fall asleep, wake me up at One-hundred-and-Sixteenth Street Station." "Yes, sir."