suddenly and unexpectedly fell in love. It was when the beautiful
young lady at the railroad crossing had bent above him like a
succoring angel, that he had been forced to change his classification
of the human race. Hitherto it had been divided into grown people and
children, henceforth it was divided into men and women!

All that Sunday afternoon he went about in a dream. He could not get
over the fact that she had taken his part, that she had put her arm
around him, and smiled at him. Once or twice when nobody was looking,
he put his very dirty hand on his cheek and felt the spot where her
fingers had rested.

But this new and tender emotion was not allowed to interfere with the
special project that Chick had in mind. It was a project so colossal
in its nature, that not even Skeeter was to be admitted to the secret.
For six weeks Chick had been the victim of a gaming system, and to-
night he was to take his revenge.

At supper time Skeeter recognized a convention of civilization and
repaired to the bosom of his family, but Chick being accountable to
nobody, and recognizing no conventions, stole a couple of apples from
a passing cart, and repaired to the dump heap to wait for the dark.

He had not long to wait, for great black clouds were covering the sky,
and he could no longer see the houses at the end of the alley.
Carefully storing his apple cores in his pocket for future trades, he
picked his way over the tin cans and debris, until he reached the
Junction. Here he hesitated. It was there that he and Skeeter had
tussled for the whip. It was here that the young lady had come to his
rescue, and said she didn't believe he was so very bad. Gee! but she