unn had a firm belief in the ability of city
policemen to take care of every one, and she knew that Archie would not
be allowed to suffer for want of food and a place to sleep. And when she
received this letter, saying that Archie was nearly to New York, and had
even been so successful as to earn some money, she felt more comfortable
than for some time, Of course she supposed that he would be home before
long. She was positive that he wouldn't be able to get any work in the
city, and knew that as soon as his money gave out he would return. "It's
all for the best," she said to Mrs. Sullivan. "The habit of running away
from home was born in the boy. His father left home when he was no older
than Archie, and no harm ever came to him. So I'm not going to worry,
Mrs. Sullivan." And then Mrs. Dunn would go back to her home, and at
sight of Archie's old hat or some of his football paraphernalia, would
burst into tears.

The good woman who gave Archie his supper refused to let him start out
again on the road that night. She told him that he must remain with
them, for they had an extra bed up over the kitchen which was never
needed, and that he might just as well sleep there as not. So for the
first time in nearly a week Archie slept comfortably, and, as he heard
the familiar sounds in the kitchen below him in the morning, it was hard
for him to make up his mind that he was not at home, and that it was not
his mother who was grinding the coffee in the kitchen below. He heard
the ham frying in the skillet, and the rattle of the dishes as his
hostess set the table, and then he dressed himself and hastened
downstairs, feeling ready for a good day's walking.

When he had eaten his breakfast he started out again. The woman told him
that it was only about fifteen miles to New York, and that after he
had walked about six of them he could take a trolley-car and ride the
remainder of the distance for five cents. So he thanked her for her
kindness, and promised to let her know how he succeeded in the city,
for the woman was much interested in his future. He felt almost sorry
to leave the home-like place, but the prospect of reaching the city this
very day was enough to make him anxious to be off. He covered the six
miles to the trolley-car before eleven o'clock in the morning, and then
in an hour and a quarter more the trolley landed him in lower New York.

His sensations as he was whirled along the smooth pavements, past
beautiful buil