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to the class known as street boys. He pushed the door open and entered. He found himself in a spacious, but low-studded apartment, abundantly lighted by rows of windows on two sides. At the end nearest the door was a raised platform, on which stood a small melodeon, which was used at the Sunday-evening meetings. There were rows of benches in the centre of the apartment for the boys. A stout, pleasant-looking man, who proved to be Mr. O'Connor, the superintendent, advanced to meet Ben, whom he at once recognized as a new-comer. "Is this the Newsboys' Lodge?" asked Ben. "Yes," said the superintendent; "do you wish to stop with us?" "I should like to sleep here to-night," said Ben. "You are quite welcome." "How much do you charge?" "Our charge is six cents." "Here is the money," said Ben, drawing it from his vest-pocket. "What is your name?" "Benjamin." "And your other name?" "Brandon," answered Ben, with some hesitation. "What do you do for a living?" "I am selling papers." "Well, we will assign you a bed." "Where are the beds?" asked Ben, looking about him. "They are on the floor below. Any of the boys will go down and show you when you get ready to retire." "Can I get breakfast here in the morning?" inquired Ben. "Certainly. We charge the same as for lodging." Ben handed over six cents additional, and congratulated himself that he was not as badly off as the night before, being sure of a comfortable bed, and a breakfast in the morning. "What are those for?" he asked, pointing to a row of drawers or lockers on the sides of the apartment near the floor. "Boys who have any extra clothing, or any articles which they value, are allowed to use them. Here they are safe, as they can be locked. We will assign you one if you wish." "I have nothing to put away," said Ben. "I had a little bundle of clothes; but they were stolen from me while I was lying asleep on a bench in the City Hall Park." "I suppose you don't know who took them?" "No," said Ben; "but I think it was some of the boys that were blacking boots near me.--That boy's got one of them on," he said, suddenly, in an excited tone, pointing out Mike, the younger of the two boys who had appropriated his bundle. Mike had locked up his own shirt, which was considerably the worse for wear, and put on Ben's, which gave him a decidedly neater appearance than before. He had thought himself perfectly safe in doing so, no
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