CHAPTER XXVII.
FRANK BECOMES A GOOD SAMARITAN.
The close of the month came, and Frank laid aside his uniform. He was a telegraph boy no more.
The superintendent shook hands with him cordially, and bade him good-by.
"Come and see us sometimes," he said. "I wish you all success. Your services have been very satisfactory, and you have gained an excellent reputation."
"Thank you, sir," said Frank. "I have tried to do my duty. Good-by, boys!"
He shook hands with all his young comrades, with whom he was very popular. They knew of his good fortune, and were disposed to regard him as very rich. Six thousand dollars in a boy's eyes is a fortune.
"Now you're rich, Frank, I suppose you won't notice the likes of us," said Johnny O'Connor.
"I hope you don't think as badly of me as that, Johnny," said Frank, earnestly. "I am not rich; but, even if I were, I should always be glad to meet any of you. If I am ever able to do a favor to any of you I will."
"I believe you, Frank," said Johnny. "You was always a good feller."