rgest piece of money he had ever touched in his life. "Governor!"

"Well, boy?" said the old gentleman, with his feet upon the steps of the
cab.

"You've been and done and gone and give me a whole dollar by mistake!"

"And why should you think it a mistake, you impertinent monkey?"

"Your honor didn't mean it?"

"Why not, you young rascal? Of course I did. Take it and be off with
you!" said Old Hurricane, beginning to ascend the steps.

"I'm a great mind to," said the newsboy, still gazing on the coin with
satisfaction and desire--"I'm a great mind to; but I won't! 'tain't
fair! Governor, I say!"

"What now, you troublesome fellow?"

"Do stop a minute! Don't tempt me too hard, 'cause, you see, I ain't
sure I could keep honest if I was tempted too hard."

"What do you mean now, you ridiculous little ape?"

"I mean I know you're from the country, and don't know no better, and I
mus'n't impose upon your ignorance."

"My ignorance, you impudent villain!" exclaimed the old man, with rising
wrath.

"Yes, governor; you hain't cut your eye-teeth yet! you hain't up to
snuff! you don't know nothing! Why, this is too much for toting a
carpet-bag a half a dozen squares; and it's very well you fell in with a
honest lad like me, that wouldn't impose on your innocence. Bless you,
the usual price isn't more'n a dime, or, if you're rich and generous, a
shillin'; but----"

"What the deuce do I care for the usual price, you--you--you perfect
prodigy of patches? There, for the Lord's sake, go get yourself a decent
suit of clothes! Drive on, cabman!" roared Old Hurricane, flinging an
eagle upon the sidewalk and rolling off in his cab.

"Poor dear, old gentleman! I wonder where his keeper is? How could he
have got loose? Maybe I'd better go and tell the police! But then I
don't know who he is, or where he's gone! But he is very crazy, and I'm
afraid he'll fling away every cent of his money before his friends can
catch him. I know what I'll do. I'll go to the stand and watch for the
cab to come back and ask the driver what he has done with the poor, dear
old fellow!" said the newsboy, picking up the gold coin and putting it
into his pocket. And then he started, but with an eye to business,
singing out:

"Herald! Triebune! Express! last account of the orful
accident--steamer," etc., etc., etc., selling his papers as he went on
to the cab-stand. He found the cabman already there. And to his anxious
inquiries as to the sanity