"Yes. There is my address. You can summon me."
"How can I thank you, sir?" said Robert warmly. "You have saved me from arrest."
"Thank God for that, my boy. I am glad that word of mine should do you such a service."
Robert walked out of the store feeling that he had had a very narrow escape. This was a relief, but it was quickly succeeded by anxious thoughts--for he was nearly out of money. His prospects were so uncertain that he blamed himself for incurring the expense of a necktie, though it had only cost him twenty-five cents.
Robert continued to seek for a position, but he seemed out of luck. Once he came near success. It was in a furnishing goods store. The shopkeeper seemed inclined to engage him, but before the decisive word was spoken his wife entered the store. She looked at Robert scrutinizingly.
"I think I have seen you before," she said sharply.
"I don't know, madam. I don't remember you."
"But I remember you. It was two days since. I saw you in a store on State Street. You were about to be arrested for stealing a wallet."
Robert blushed.
"Did you stay till it was discovered that someone else took it?" he asked.