d at the card
and found that his new place of employment was situated on Reade Street
not far from Broadway.

"It's you that's in luck, Rodney," said his friend Mike. "Who'd think
that a gentleman would come to the Lodging House to give you a place?"

"Yes, I am in luck, Mike, and now I'm going to make you a proposal."

"What is it?"

"Why can't we take a room together? It will be better than living here."

"Sure you wouldn't room with a poor boy like me?"

"Why shouldn't I? You are a good friend, and I should like your company.
Besides I mean to help you get an education. I suppose you're not a
first class scholar, Mike?"

"About fourth class, I guess, Rodney."

"Then you shall study with me. Then when you know a little more you may
get a chance to get out of your present business, and get into a store."

"That will be bully!" said Mike with pleasure.

"Now we'd better go to bed; I must be up bright and early in the
morning. We'll engage a room before I go to work."

There was no difficulty about rising early. It is one of the rules
of the Lodging House for the boys to rise at six o'clock, and after
a frugal breakfast of coffee and rolls they are expected to go out to
their business whatever it may be. Mike and Rodney dispensed with the
regulation breakfast and went out to a restaurant on Park Row where they
fared better.

"Now where shall we go for a room?" asked Rodney.

"There's a feller I know has a good room on Bleecker Street," said Mike.

"How far is that?"

"A little more'n a mile."

"All right! Let us go and see."

Bleecker Street once stood in better repute than at present. It is said
that A. T. Stewart once made his home there. Now it is given over to
shops and cheap lodging houses.

Finally the boys found a room decently furnished, about ten feet square,
of which the rental was two dollars and a half per week. Mike succeeded
in beating down the lodging house keeper to two dollars, and at that
figure they engaged it.

"When will you come?" asked Mrs. McCarty.

"Right off," said Mike.

"I'll need a little time to put it in order."

"Me and my partner will be at our business till six o'clock," returned
Mike.

"You can send in your trunks during the day if you like."

"My trunk is at the Windsor Hotel," said Mike. "I've lent it to a friend
for a few days."

Mrs. McCarty looked at Mike with a puzzled expression. She was one of
those women who are slow to comprehend a joke, and sh