"Well, so am I, and all poor people, as for that matter. Did you give up selling papers and come home to rest?"
"No, aunt. I came home to give you a rest. Just look at the color of that, and tell me what you think of it," and as he spoke he laid a ten-dollar bill on the corner of a little table near where she stood.
She glanced at the bill and almost gasped out:
"Ten dollars! Fred Halsey, where did you get that money?"
"Downtown, aunt. Does it relieve that tired feeling to look at it?"
"Whose is it? Why don't you tell me about it?"
"It's yours, every cent of it, and I've got fifteen more bills of that size in the bank."
The good woman dropped down into a chair and glared at her nephew. Fred went to her, put his arms about her neck, kissed her and said:
"I've had good luck to-day, aunt. Just read that and you will understand it all," and he gave her a copy of an afternoon paper in which was the story of the capture of the forger in Barron's bank.
"And they gave you this money for what you did?" she exclaimed, when she had finished reading it.