eman in
the furniture factory. I think I'd better get back and help Joe spend
his eighteen a week in the little Clemmons house the way he wanted me
to do."

"You couldn't do a better thing in the world," said Mary, patting her
hand gently as they sat in the cosy little kitchen. "Your little town
would be a finer place to bring up little Joes and little Henriettas
than this big city, wouldn't it? And I don't believe the right Joe
ever comes but once in a girl's life. There aren't many fellows who
are willing to share eighteen a week with a girl in New York."

Mary's guest blushed happily as the light of a new determination shone
in her eyes. She opened a locket which she wore on a chain around her
neck.

"I always thought Joe was nice, and all that--but I read these here
stories about the city fellers, and I seen the pictures in the
magazines, and thought Joe was a rube. But he ain't, is he?"

She held up the little picture, as she opened the locket, for Mary's
scrutiny. The honest, smiling face, the square jaw, the clear eyes of
Joe looked forth as though in greeting of an old friend.

"You can't get back to Joe any too quickly," advised Mary, and
Henrietta wiped her eyes. She had received a homeopathic cure of the
city madness in one brief treatment!

It was not a quiet evening for Officer 4434.

When he emerged from the Subway at Fourteenth Street a newsboy
approached him with a bundle of papers.

"Uxtry! Uxtry!" shouted the youngster. "Read all about de cop and de
millionaire dat captured de white slavers!"

The lad shoved a paper at Bobbie, who tossed him a nickel and hurried
on, quizzically glancing at the flaring headlines which featured the
name of Reggie Van Nostrand and his own. The quickly made
illustrations, showing his picture, the machine of the young clubman,
and the house of slavery were startling. The traditional arrow
indicated "where the battle was fought," and Burke laughed as he
studied the sensational report.

"Well, I look more like a gangster, according to this picture, than
Jimmie the Monk! Those news photographers don't flatter a fellow very
much."

At the station house he was warmly greeted by his brother officers. It
was embarrassing, to put it mildly; Burke had no desire for a pedestal.

"Oh, quit it, boys," he protested. "You fellows do more than this
every day of your lives. I'm only a rookie and I know it. I don't
want this sort of thing and wish those fool