He Got The Quarter

He had deposited his ticket in the box on the down town station of the Sixth avenue "L" road at Fiftieth Street and was counting his ohange in a search for plugged dimes and niokels. A quarter feil from his hands and rolled along the platform until it lodged uuder the raised steps which forni the edge of the platform. There it lay in plain view, but as unobtainable as the golden apples of Hesperides. The loser was the picture of rage. "I don't care about the blame coin, " he wailed. "I've got 'em to burn, but it just makes rae mad to see that quarter there, and I can't get it. " "Gininie a dime, mister," said a naessenger boy, "an.d 5 cents for oxpenses, aud I'U get yer rnun. " The mau regarded the boy for a ruonaent aud said? "Go ahead. " He returned in a few minutes with liis form werking couvulsively. In his hand he had a pieco of scantliug. The crowd watched him curiously. Froin his mouth the boy took a well masticated wad of chewing gnm. IJe stuck this on the end of the scantliug, and, thrusting the stick through the narrow space, pressed the soft aud sticky gum flrmly on the lost coiu. Theu he doftly drew it out and presented the ruoney to its owner. "Keep the whole outfit," said the man. "Boy, you're a peach. We live and learn, " and he boarded a train, his face wreathed in smiles. The face of