t is true, my dear, as true as is every word that has come
to us from God. But I'm not allowin' that you have committed any
grievous sin in this matter. Do you know, Gladys read your story in
the paper before I sent her for a walk, and that is why I wanted to be
alone with you."

Seth looked up in surprise which was almost bewilderment, and Aunt
Hannah continued with a bright smile that was like unto the sunshine
after a shower:

"Take up the newspaper lying on the table. I told Gladys to fold it so
you might find the article I wanted you to read."

Seth did as she directed, but without glancing at the printed sheet.

"Can you read, dear?"

"Not very well, 'cause I have to spell out the big words."

"Hold it before my eyes while I make the attempt. There isn't very
much of a story; but it will mean a great deal to you, I hope."

Seth was wholly at a loss to understand the little woman's meaning;
but he did as she directed, and listened without any great show of
enthusiasm to the following:

Messrs. Symonds & Symonds, the well-known attorneys of Pine
Street, are willing to confess that they are not well informed
regarding the character of the average newsboy of this city, and
by such ignorance have defeated their own ends. Several days ago
the gentlemen were notified by a professional brother in San
Francisco that a client of his, lately deceased, had bequeathed to
one Seth Barrows the sum of five thousand dollars. All the
information that could be given concerning the heir was that he
had been living with a certain family in Jersey City, and was now
believed to be selling newspapers in this city. His age was stated
as about eleven years, and he owed his good fortune to the fact
that the dead man was his uncle.

"It is not a simple matter to find any particular street merchant
in New York City; but Messrs. Symonds & Symonds began their search
by advertising in the newspapers for the lad. As has been since
learned, the friends of the young heir saw the notice which had
been inserted by the attorneys, and straightway believed the lad
was wanted because of some crime committed. The boy himself must
have had a guilty conscience, for he fled without delay, carrying
with him into exile a small white terrier, his only worldly
possession. The moral of this incident is, that when you want to
find a boy of the streets, be careful to