They walked back again to the officer's home, and, picking up the paper, Roland perceived an advertisement--"Wanted, a boy to clean a lawyer's office, go errands, etc., with the privilege of reading law in the office." After dinner, he called upon Mr. Dean. He was questioned closely as to his previous knowledge, his handwriting, etc. Roland showed his letter from Dr. Kingsley, speaking in the highest terms of his character and acquirements. Mr. Dean was a shrewd man, and soon made an engagement with Roland. Grateful to his dear Heavenly Father, Roland passed a happy day, and wrote immediately to Effie, telling her of his good fortune, and giving her his direction. Ere entering upon his labors, he walked down to the Battery. All was so refreshing--the quiet water so peaceful, its gentle murmurs calmed his fevered brow, and, "Looking aloft" once more with cheerful hope, he mused gratefully upon the past, hopefully upon the future. "How I should like Madeline to know something of my good fortune," thought he; "but would I like her to know of my poverty? my misery? Would I like her to know that I had to sleep out two nights in the market-house, and then dependent for shelter on a police officer?" Roland winced under these bitter thoughts. "The gulf is wide, indeed--when she emerges into the gay world, she will forget the poor boy at Woodcliff." The next morning, Roland entered upon his duties; they were endless--cleaning the office, making fires, running errands, copying law papers, early and late, left but little time for reading law; perhaps one hour a day was all that he could save from his unceasing toil. Having considerable literary taste, he wrote frequently, after retiring at night, articles for the daily press. They always seemed acceptable, and the Editor, who really delighted to encourage young genius, advertised, "If the person, writing over the signature of Randolph, will call at the office, he will hear something to his advantage." Roland called--the Editor was interested. "You must not write, my young friend, gratuitously. I will compensate you for your articles; send me a weekly contribution, and I will remunerate you." Roland was surprised and grateful--not aware of his own merits, he had regarded these efforts simply as means of improvement, and had not dreamed of compensation. He made the agreement with the Editor, and then, being questioned as to his present employment, his kind friend saw that he was overworked, and undervalued. In a week or two, the friendly editor sent for Roland again, and said, "I have spoken to a distinguished lawyer of this city, who is fond of bringing out young men; he is interested in your story, and if you will wait a few minutes, he will call here." In a short time, a gentleman, with a manly bearing, and a bright, quick glance, entered the office.