passed a tobacco store.
"I've got t' git some cigarettes. I'm all out."

He hurried inside, and came out smoking one, putting the remainder of
the box in his pocket.

"I don't see why youse don't take a smoke," he said to Dick.

"I suppose because I never learned how. Do you like it?"

"Do I? Say, it's all to de merry. Better have one."

"No, thank you. I don't think it's a good thing for boys to smoke."

"Why not?"

"I've read somewhere that it makes them stunted. And it isn't good for
their brains."

"Huh! It ain't hurt me none."

"How long have you been smoking?"

"Ever since I was twelve, an' I'm goin' on sixteen now. I keep right
on growin'. Course I ain't sayin' much of me brain, but den I guess I
never had much."

"I think you are very bright and quick," said Dick with earnestness.
"If you want to get on in the world I wouldn't think smoking would be
good for you."

"Aw, all de kids does it. An' look at de men. Why, I seen a
millionaire once an' he was smokin' a big black cigar."

"Perhaps; but I don't believe he smoked when he was a boy."

"Aw, sure he did. Smokin's fun."

"I wish you'd give it up," went on Dick. "It must cost you something."

"Oh, not much. Only a nickel a day. Crimps! I knows some fellers dat
smokes three packs a day."

"That is too many, even for a man, I would think. But if you only
spent five cents a day, that's thirty-five cents a week."

"All dat?" inquired Jimmy. "I never s'posed it was so high. Maybe I'm
spendin' too much."

"Thirty-five cents is nearly a quarter of the amount we pay a week for
our room," went on Dick.

"Well, I'll cut down some," promised Jimmy, "but I ain't goin' t' stop
altogedder."

Dick wisely forebore to pursue the matter any further. By this time
they were at the place where the moving pictures were shown, and Dick,
who had most of the money, though Jimmy kept some, bought two tickets.

"Dere's a friend of mine. I want t' speak t' him," said Jimmy as they
entered the place, for the performance had not yet begun after the last
intermission. The newsboy saw Sam Schmidt in the next aisle.

"Say, Dutchy," he asked in a whisper, "did youse see anyt'ing about dat
reward fer me friend yet?"

"No, not yet," replied the German youth. "I keeps lookin' in der
baber, but I ain't seed nottings about no rewards fer der poy. Dere is
a rewards fer a mans, und vun fer a vomans, but not any for dot poy.
But vait, don't give h