“There is another matter. Now that the Sandows are gone I shall be all alone in that big house. That would never do. I need some one to look after me, or I would forget to eat. Won’t you come and take charge of the place, Mrs. Baldwin? I would pay you and Miss Ramsey well, and it would be a good home for Tom.” It did not need much urging to have the two women give up their sewing work, which had paid very poorly of late, and accept the doctor’s offer. Within a week they were established in the Spidderkins mansion, and Tom had been entered at college, where he was to make a specialty of law. One evening, not long after this, Tom was called to the telephone, in the doctor’s house. He heard a girl’s voice speaking. “Is this Tom Baldwin?” she asked. “Yes. Who is this?” “I thought you were coming over to see my brother, and learn something about a telephone switchboard,” came back over the wire, followed by a jolly laugh. “Oh, so I am. Why, it’s--it’s Minnie Renfield!” exclaimed Tom, as he recognized the voice of the central girl, who had done him such a good turn. “Of course it is,” she replied. “When are you coming over?” “I don’t need to learn about a switchboard any more,” replied Tom. “I’m going to study law. But I’m coming to see--your brother, just the same.” Minnie laughed. Tom went at the difficult study of law as he had done at learning how to operate a switchboard, and he did well. Soon after our hero left the law office, Charley Grove took his place, as the brokerage firm he was with failed, and Charley made a most efficient telephone operator. As for Tom, when he graduated, and had to spend some time in a law office, before he could be admitted to the bar, he naturally selected the firm of Boise & Keen, for Mr. Cutler’s name was dropped after his flight. To-day the firm is Boise, Keen & Baldwin, for Tom, in a few years, was made the junior member. He no longer lives in Dr. Spidderkins’ house, though his mother and aunt continue to reside there, for Tom is married, but I don’t believe you can guess who the young lady was. What’s that? Minnie Renfield, the telephone girl? Why, how ever in the world did you guess it, boys? THE END TO THE READER Now that you have finished reading this story, we desire to call your attention to all the other volumes in this remarkable series for boys. We feel that we have made a distinct find in Mr. Frank V. Webster, who is under contract to write exclusively for the Cupples & Leon Company. Mr. Webster’s style is very much like that of the late-lamented Mr. Alger, but his tales are all thoroughly up-to-date. This author, though still young, has been a great traveler, and therefore he knows exactly what he is writing about, be it a story of city or country life, a tale of the far west, or of the frozen north. “How can you write such fine stories?” a boy once asked Mr. Webster.