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Title: A Good Samaritan

Author: Mary Raymond Shipman Andrews

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A GOOD SAMARITAN

by

MARY RAYMOND SHIPMAN ANDREWS

Illustrated by Charlotte Harding

New York
McClure, Phillips & Co.

Second Impression
MCMVI

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

"That'll get even Webster's Union for chargin' me two cents for
'soon,'" he chuckled

"Recky," he bubbled, "good old Recky--bes' fren' ev' had"

"Who's your friend, Billy?"

"Thank you--thank you very much--very, very much--old rhinoceros"

"So tired," he remarked. "Go'n have good nap now"

"Could he--couldn't he?"

At every station the conductor and Rex had to reason with him

A GOOD SAMARITAN

The little District Telegraph boy, with a dirty face, stood at the edge
of the desk, and, rubbing his sleeve across his cheek, made it
unnecessarily dirtier.

"Answer, sir?"

"No--yes--wait a minute." Reed tore the yellow envelope and spread the
telegram. It read:

"Do I meet you at your office or at Martin's and what time?"

"The devil!" Reed commented, and the boy blinked indifferently. He was
used to stronger. "The casual Rex all over! Yes, boy, there's an
answer." He scribbled rapidly, and the two lines of writing said this:

"Waiting for you at office now. Hurry up. C. Reed."

He fumbled in his pocket and gave the youngster a coin. "See that it's
sent instantly--like lightning. Run!" and the sharp little son of New
York was off before the last word wa