The one-armed beggar, who was fat, with a good-natured countenance, evidently considered this a joke. He grinned cheerfully. "Don't have to, guvenor," said he. "How much did you take in yesterday, John?" asked Krafft; then, catching the beggar's look of suspicion, he added, "This is a friend of mine; he's all right." "Twenty-two dollars," replied the beggar proudly. "Pretty good day's wages!" "I'm afraid the spark is about out with you, John," said Krafft thoughtfully. He walked on a few steps, then turned back. "John," he asked, "what is your contribution to society?" The beggar stared, uncertain of this new chaff. "The true theory of business, John, is that traffic which does not result In reciprocal advantages to buyer and seller is illegitimate, or at least abnormal." They walked on, Keith laughing at the expression on the beggar's face. "That was considerably over his head," he observed. Nothing more was said for half a block. "I wonder if it was over yours," then said Krafft, unexpectedly. "Eh?" ejaculated Keith, bewildered. These walks with Krafft finally resulted in the institution of a fund which Keith raised and put into Krafft's hands for intelligent use. The effects were so interesting that Keith, thoroughly fascinated, began to pester his friends for positions for some of his protégés. As he was well-liked and in earnest, these efforts were taken good-humouredly. "Here comes Milt Keith," said John Webb to Bert Taylor. "Bet you a beaver hat he's got a highly educated college professor that he wants a job for." "'A light job, not beyond his powers,'" quoted Taylor. "Like cleaning genteel spittoons," supplemented Webb. "The engine house is full of 'em polishing brass," complained Taylor. "Well, he's a young felly, and I like him," concluded Webb heartily. Of course many of the experiments failed, but fewer than might have been anticipated. Part of Krafft's task was to keep in touch with the men. His detached, philosophical method of encouragement and analysis of the situation seemed just the thing they needed. XXXIV These activities gave Keith just the required door out into a world other than his own. Were it not for something of the sort he might, like many modern corporation lawyers, have confined himself entirely to his own class. And this, of course, would eventually have meant narrowness. But through Krafft, and especially through his desire to help Krafft's work, he came in contact with all sorts of people; and, what was more important, he found that he liked a great many of them. So it happened that when it seemed expedient to the ruling caste to put him in as Assistant District Attorney, his inevitable election met with wider approval than such elections usually enjoy.