escription isn't
at all like me."

"Vell, dot's so," admitted Sam, when he had read the item over again.
"I guess it must be somebodies else dan you. I'm sorry, Dick. I
thought sure I hat found out who you vos."

"I wish you had, Sam, but I'll find out some day."

Dick sighed in regret, for the strain was beginning to tell on him.
Nevertheless he bore up well.

At the end of the week Dick was able to go out, and he felt so well
that he insisted that he be allowed to sell papers.

"I don't think you're able to," objected Jimmy.

"Oh, yes, I am. Besides, I want to earn some money. I've been quite
an expense to you."

"Crimps! I don't mean that. But that's nothing. Look what you did
for me. I'm ever so much better off since I met you."

"I am glad you think so, but you must have had to draw some of our
savings out of the bank for medicine and things, and I want to put it
back so we can purchase that stand before Christmas, if possible."

"Oh, Christmas is quite a ways off. Besides, I only used about five
dollars from the bank. Business has been very good lately, even with
paying Frank and Sam a commission."

Since Dick's illness Jimmy had developed quite a business talent, and
as he could now read and write some, he attended to matters connected
with their little bank account, putting some in and at times drawing a
dollar or so out, as it was needed.

Though Jimmy insisted that Dick take a rest before beginning to sell
papers, the latter would not hear of it. The next day he started out
with his bundle as usual, glad to be back at business once more. He
was welcomed by many of his former customers, who remembered him, and
he sold a large number of papers.

"How do you feel?" asked Jimmy that night when the partners were in
their room.

"Pretty good, only a little tired. My, what a lot has happened since
that night I thought you were hurt!"

"I should say so. Mike and Bulldog will not bother us for quite a
while, I guess," and this proved a correct surmise, for some time
later, at the trial, they were both convicted and sent to a reform
school for long terms. Jimmy never recovered the money which Mike
stole from him at the moving picture show nor that taken in Brooklyn.

"Yes, lots of things happened," went on Dick, "only I wish a little
more had."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I wish I knew who I was."

Jimmy said nothing. He did not like to see Dick sad, but he did not
know how to