"Your honor," cried Samuel startled, "I don't want to take money!"
"You can send it back to me when you get a job," said the judge,
holding out a bill. "Take it. Prisoner discharged. Next case."
Samuel took the money and was turning away, when a man who had been
sitting in a chair near the magistrate suddenly leaned forward.
"Judge," he said, "if I may interrupt--"
"Why, surely, professor," said the other pleasantly.
"I may possibly be able to find something for the boy to do."
"Ah, that will be fine!"
"He seems to be a capable young fellow and might be worth helping."
"The very thing, professor. Samuel, this is Professor Stewart, of
Lockman College."
Samuel was very glad to meet the professor. He was a trim little
gentleman, with a carefully cut black beard and gold-rimmed
eyeglasses.
"Here is my card," he said; "and if you'll come to see me to-morrow
morning at my house, we'll see what we can do."
"Thank you very much," said the boy, and put the card in his pocket.
Then, realizing suddenly that the policeman had let go of his arm, and
that he was free, he turned and made his way through the gate.
"A diverting episode," said the professor.
"Yes," said the judge, with a smile. "We have them now and then, you
see."
Samuel went out with a glow in his heart. At last he had got a start.
He had got underneath the world's tough hide and found kindness and
humanity after all.
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