cursing through anger.  Then they were all arrested and taken to the police station, where they were all refused bail, and placed in cells overnight.  Then the reporters returned to the office of the Enterprise, where Archie was told by Mr. Van Bunting to write the story of his experience for the morning paper.  This was his first work for the morning edition, and he took great pains to make his descriptions as complete as possible, and the details as accurate as he knew how to make them.  And his hard work was rewarded by words of praise from the managing editor when he turned the copy in for editing.

Tired from his hard day’s work, Archie then went up-town to the quiet square in which he had his home, and he was glad to get to bed.  He had been nervous and excited all day, and found it difficult to sleep, but finally the tired eyelids lay quietly over the tired eyes, and Archie was dreaming of the cool and pleasant arbour of grapes at home, and of how the Hut Club was holding a special meeting there to devise ways and means of welcoming home their distinguished fellow member, Mr. Archie Dunn, who had achieved such great success in the city.

Notwithstanding his tired feeling, Archie was up early the next morning, and out at the corner to buy an Enterprise.  He hastily turned the pages, trying to find the story of his Coney Island adventures, but he looked in vain.  It wasn’t visible anywhere.  He was about to think that it had not been thought worth while printing when he noticed on the front page, in large letters, “The Boy Reporter’s Great Discovery,” and then followed the complete account, just as he had written it.  This was the best thing yet.  Just to think that his story had been considered important enough to print upon the front page!  He could hardly believe it.  Surely he had made great strides, and Archie began to realise that it is not experience that is most needed in journalism, but something to write about.  “I have simply been fortunate in finding some interesting things,” he said, to himself, and then, after a light breakfast in a quaint Italian restaurant around the corner, he hurried down-town to the office of the newspaper.

Archie was beginning to feel, by now, that he had worked for a long time upon the paper, and as he had become acquainted with almost every one connected with it, this wasn’t a strange feeling for him to have.  And it was evident, too, that the editors intended to keep him busy for some time to come, and Archie realised that he was in newspaper work to stay, for a time, at least.  And he was overjoyed at the prospect, for he found the whole business as fascinating and as interesting as he had expected it would be.

Mr. Jennings, of the evening edition, was at the office when Archie arrived, and sent for him to come in.  “Here is fifty dollars,” he said, “for your work of yesterday, and you will have more coming to you if these men are convicted.  I want to congratulate you on what you have done so far.  Come in this afternoon, and I think Mr. Van Bunting will have a new plan for you.”