book I am about to issue, called the Illustrated Lives of Our

Presidents, which should prove an inspiration to all young Americans like yourself.

“If you ever come to New York, I shall be glad to see you.

“Yours very truly,

“PHILIP VINCENT”.

“What beautiful books!” cried Ruth, as she and Frank looked them over. “I’m sure they’ll be interesting.”

“Hullo! I’ve made a discovery!” ejaculated Frank, who was reading the printed matter at the head of the letter sheet. “Mr. Vincent is in the subscription book business besides running a book store.”

“If that is so, you had better apply to him for a position,” put in his father.

“I don’t know but what I will, father. But it might look forward.”

“Not if you explained matters. Tell him how you met that young fellow, and how you were on the point of applying to that Philadelphia house for an opening when his books and the letter came.”

“All right; I’ll do it, and at once.”