“Say!” cried Sam.  “Did he say anything about that four-hundred-dollar diamond ring that was missing?”

“Why, no, Sam.  I didn’t mention it, and he didn’t say anything about it either.  Perhaps he didn’t know it was missing.”

“Oh, he must know about it,” broke in Tom.  “It was talked about all over the place.”

“Well, what happened next?” questioned Dick.

“I talked to him for awhile, and I found out that he was out of work and also out of money.  I felt sorry for him, and I offered to lend him ten dollars,” answered Dora.  “I hope you don’t think I did wrong,” she went on, anxiously.

“You meant well, Dora, I’m sure of that,” was Dick’s quick reply, “but whether the money will do this fellow Royce any good or not, is a question.  If he is a drinking man, he’ll drink it up very quickly and that will be the end of it.”

“Did he tell you where he was staying?” asked Tom.

“Why, yes, he gave me a slip of paper with his name and address written on it,” answered Dora.  “You see, I asked him to do that because I felt so sorry for him, and I thought that possibly you might be able to get him something to do;” and she handed the slip of paper over to her husband.

“‘The Golden Oak House,’” read Dick from the slip.  “I suppose it is one of those cheap lodging houses on the East Side,” he added.  “I’ll keep this, although I don’t see how we can help Royce.  And besides that I am not certain that he deserves help.  If he had remained strictly sober he might have kept his job at the seminary.  But I’ll think it over,” he added, hastily, as he saw that Dora was much distressed.

“Did you see the moving picture again?” questioned Tom, as all prepared to go downstairs for dinner.

“Oh, yes!” and the young wife brightened a little.  “It certainly is splendid, Tom!  All of you ought to go and see it before they take it away.”

“All right, we’ll do it!” said Tom.  “That is, Sam and I will go.  How about it, Dick?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” hesitated the older brother, with a look at Dora.

“You just go, Dick,” she cried, quickly. am going to stay here and write some letters.  You go with Tom and Sam and enjoy yourself;” and so it was arranged.

The boys found the moving picture theater pretty well crowded, and they had to take seats almost in the rear.  Tom and Sam were once more enjoying the spectacle of looking at themselves when they suddenly heard a young man behind them utter an exclamation.

“Hello, I know those two fellows!”

They looked around and saw sitting there Barton Pelter.  He was gazing at the play on the screen with great interest.

“Come to see us in the movies, did you?” questioned Tom, as he leaned back and touched Barton Pelter on the arm.  “What do you think of it?”

“Oh, so you are here!” was the reply.  “Say, I didn’t know you were movies’ actors.”