"Frankfurters and beans, boss."

"Any coffee?"

"Sure."

"Send a double portion of each to this table," and
he pulled out a chair. "Here's a man who has missed
his dinner. Is that enough?" and he laid down a dollar
bill--one Kling had given him.

"Forty cents change, boss."

"Keep it, and see he gets all he wants. And now
here," he said to the tramp, "is another dollar to keep
you going," and with a shift of his stick to his left arm
Felix turned on his heel, swung back the door, and was
lost in the throng.


Kitty was up and waiting for him when he lifted
the hinged wooden flap which provided an entrance
for the privileged and, guided by the glow of the kerosene
lamp, turned the knob of her kitchen door. She
was close to the light, reading, the coffee-pot singing
away on the stove, the aroma of its contents filling
the room.

"I hope I have not kept you up, Mrs. Cleary. You