_Bennett_ (on his way to Wall street)—Well, my lad, you have saved me to-day, and I’ll remember it with gratitude as long as I live. Tell your father and mother that I will come and see them on Sunday evening, and take tea with them. You can tell them that I will let you have money enough on Saturday night to get you a pair of shoes, as it won’t do for you to be my clerk with naked feet. Besides, I’m afraid you will get nails or splinters in your bare feet, and have the lock jaw. So, John, you had better ask your father to let you wear his shoes until Saturday. _John_—Daddy hasn’t got any shoes. He has been sick a long time with inflammatory rheumatism, and he can’t work any more, and he is obliged to go barefooted like myself. _Bennett_—Good Lord! Then ask your mother to let you wear her shoes until Saturday. _John_—Mother aint got but one pair, and they are slippers, and nearly worn out. _Bennett_—Well, then, I must try to get you some second-hand shoes in the morning. I have only one pair myself, but I think I can borrow some that are considerably worn from one of my room-mates. So, good day, Johnny, and come down early in the morning, and I guess I’ll have some protection for your tender feet. _John_—Good day, sir, and I hope you will not cry any more until I see you. _Bennett_—I thank you, my dear boy, for your genial sympathy, and I will strive not to cry again until I see you. So, good by. _John_—Good by, sir. (They separate.) (To be continued.) Incomparable Meanness.