Lemuel turned red, and handed it back. “I don't know as I want any money I haven't earned.” That night, after dinner, when Evans was passing the office door on his way out of the hotel, Lemuel stopped him and said with embarrassment, “Mr. Evans, I don't want you should think I didn't appreciate your kindness this morning.” “Ah, I'm not sure it was kindness,” said Evans with immediate interest. “Why didn't you take the money?” “Well, I told you why,” said Lemuel, overcoming the obscure reluctance he felt at Evans's manner as best he could. “I've been thinking it over, and I guess I was right; but I didn't know whether I had expressed it the best way.” “The way couldn't be improved. But why did you think you hadn't earned my dollar?” “I don't do anything but open the doors, and show people to their places; I don't call that anything.” “But if you were a waiter and served at table?” “I wouldn't _be_ one,” said Lemuel, with a touch of indignation; “and I shouldn't take presents, anyway.” Evans leaned against the door-jamb. “Have you heard of the college students who wait at the mountain hotels in vacation? They all take fees. Do you think yourself better than they are?” “Yes, I do!” cried Lemuel. “Well, I don't know but you are,” said the editor thoughtfully. “But I think I should distinguish. Perhaps there's no shame in waiting at table, but there is in taking fees.” “Yes; that's what I meant,” said Lemuel, a little sorry for his heat. “I shouldn't be ashamed to do any kind of work, and to take my pay for it; but I shouldn't want to have folks giving me money over and above, as if I was a beggar.” The editor stood looking him absently in the face. After a moment he asked, “What part of New England did you come from, Mr. Barker?” “I came from the middle part of the State--from Willoughby Pastures.” “Do those ideas--those principles--of yours prevail there?” “I don't know whether they do or not,” said Lemuel. “If you were sure they did, I should like to engage board there for next summer,” said the editor, going out. It was Monday night, a leisure time with him, and he was going out to see a friend, a minister, with whom Monday night was also leisure time.