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as a horse, and can eat almost as much. Still, you know, we would feel safer to have a little money in the savings-bank."

      "There isn't much chance of that, Dan, unless we earn more than we do now."

      "You are right there. Well, I suppose there is no use thinking of it. By the way, mother, you've got enough money on hand to pay the rent to-morrow, haven't you?"

      "Yes, Dan, and a dollar over."

      "That's good."

      The door of the room was partly open, and the last part of the conversation was heard by Mike Rafferty, the son of the tenant who occupied the room just over the Mordaunts. He was a ne'er-do-well, who had passed more than one term of imprisonment at Blackwell's Island. His mother was an honest, hard-working washerwoman, who toiled early and late to support herself and her three children. Mike might have given her such assistance that she could have lived quite comfortably, for her own earnings were by no means inconsiderable. Her wash-tub paid her much more than Mrs. Mordaunts needle could possibly win, and she averaged a dollar a day where her more refined neighbor made but twenty-five cents. But Mike, instead of helping, was an additional burden. He got his meals regularly at home, but contributed scarcely a dollar a month to the common expenses. He was a selfish rowdy, who was likely to belong permanently to the shiftless and dangerous classes of society.

      Mike had from time to time made approaches to intimacy with Dan, who was nearly two years younger, but Dan despised him for his selfishly burdening his mother with his support, and didn't encourage him. Naturally, Mike hated Dan, and pronounced him "stuck up" and proud, though our hero associated familiarly with more than one boy ranking no higher in the social scale than Mike Rafferty.

      Only the day before, Mike, finding himself out of funds, encountering Dan on the stairs, asked for the loan of a quarter.

      "I have no money to spare," answered Dan.

      "You've got money, Dan; I saw you take out some a minute ago."

      "Yes, I've got the money, but I won't lend it."

      "You're a mane skinflint," said Mike, provoked.

      "Why am I?"

      "Because you've got the money, and you won't lend it."

      "What do you want to do with it?"

      "I want to go to the Old Bowery to-night, if you must know."

      "If you wanted it for your mother I might have lent it to you, though I need all I can earn for my own mother."

      "It's for my mother I want it, thin," said Mike. "I guess I won't go to the theater to-night."

      "That's too thin. Your mother would never see the color of it."

      "Won't you lend me, thin?"

      "No, I can't. If you want money, why don't you earn it, as I do?"

      "I ain't lucky."

      "It isn't luck. If you go to work and sell papers or black boots, you will be able to help your mother and pay your way to the theater yourself."

      "Kape your advice to yourself," said Mike, sullenly. "I don't want it."

      "You'd rather have my money," said Dan, good-humoredly.

      "I'll never see that. You're too mane."

      "All right. I'll be mane, then."

      "I'd like to put a head on you," muttered Mike.

      "I've got one already. I don't need another," said Dan.

      "Oh, you think you're mighty smart wid your jokes," said Mike.

      Dan smiled and walked off, leaving Mike more his enemy than ever.

      This was the boy who overheard Mrs. Mordaunt say that she had more than the rent already saved up. Mike's cupidity was excited. He knew that it must amount to several dollars, and this he felt would keep him in cigarettes and pay for evenings at the theater for several days.

      "I wish I had it," he said to himself. "I wonder where the ould woman kapes it."

      The more Mike thought of it the more he coveted this money, and he set to work contriving means to get possession of it.

      Finally he arranged upon a plan.

      About three o'clock in the afternoon he knocked at Mrs. Mordaunt's door. She answered the knock in person.

      "Mike Rafferty!" she said, in surprise. "Won't you come in?"

      "Oh, no; I can't. It's bad news I bring you about Dan."

      "What is it? Tell me quick, in Heaven's name!" she exclaimed, her heart giving a great bound.

      "He's been run over, ma'am, by a hoss, in front of the Astor House, and they took him into the drug store at the corner. He wants you to go right over."

      "Is he—badly hurt?" asked the agonized mother.

      "I guess he's broke his leg," said Mike.

      In two minutes Mrs. Mordaunt, trembling with apprehension, her faltering limbs almost refusing to bear her weight, was on her way to the Astor House.

      As Mike had calculated, she did not stop to lock the door.

      The young scape-grace entered the deserted room, rummaged about till he found the scanty hoard reserved for the landlord, and then went off whistling.

      "Now I'll have a bully time," he said to himself. "Didn't I fool the ould woman good?"

      CHAPTER IX.

      MIKE'S THEFT IS DISCOVERED

      Dan was standing in front of the Astor House, talking to a boy acquaintance, when his mother tottered up to him in a state of great nervous agitation.

      "Why, mother, what's the matter?" asked Dan, in surprise. "What brings you out this afternoon?"

      "Oh, Dan!" she gasped, "are you hurt?"

      Dan opened his eyes in wonder. It occurred to him that his mother must have lost her mind.

      "Hurt!" he repeated.

      "Yes; they told me you were run over, and had your leg broken."

      "My leg broken! Who told you so?"

      "Mike Rafferty."

      "Then I wish I had him here," said Dan, indignantly; "I'd let him know whether my leg is broken or not. You bet I would!"

      "Haven't you been run over, then?"

      "Not that I know of, and I guess it couldn't be done without my knowing it."

      "I am so glad, so relieved!" sighed Mrs. Mordaunt. "I don't know how I got here, I was so agitated."

      "When did Mike Rafferty tell you this cock-and-bull story, mother?" asked Dan.

      "Only a few minutes ago. He said you had been taken into a drug store, and wanted me to come right over."

      "It's a mean trick he played on you, mother," said Dan, indignantly. "I don't see what made him do it."

      "Nor I," said Mrs. Mordaunt. "He must have meant it as a joke."

      "A pretty poor joke. I'll get even with him for that."

      "I don't mind it now, Dan, since I have you safe. I am ready to forgive him. He didn't know how much he was distressing me."

      "Then he ought to have known. You may forgive him if you want to; I sha'n't."

      "I will go home now, Dan. I feel a good deal happier than I did when I was hurrying over here."

      "I will go with you, mother. I have sold my papers, and sha'n't work any more this afternoon. Where did you leave Mike? I hope I can come across him soon."

      "I left him at the door of our room."

      "Did you lock the door when you came away, mother?" asked Dan.

      "No; I believe not."

      "Then let us go home at once. Some one might get in."

      "There isn't much to take, Dan," said Mrs. Mordaunt, with a faint smile.

      "There is our rent money, mother."

      "I

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