coming from the direction of La Salle Street

To begin with, he looked out of place. He was well grown, with a frank, handsome face, and was better dressed than the average newsboy. That was one reason, perhaps, why he preferred to be by himself, rather than to engage in the scramble for customers which was the habit of the boys around him.   It was half-past five. The numerous cars that passed were full of business men, clerks, and boys, returning to their homes after a busy day.   Luke had but two papers left, but these two for some unaccountable reason remained on his hands an unusual length of time. But at length a comfortable-looking gentleman of middle age, coming from the direction of La Salle Street, paused and said, "You may give me a _News_, my boy."   "Here you are, sir," he said, briskly.   The gentleman took the paper, and thrusting his hand into his pocket, began to feel for a penny, but apparently without success.   "I declare," he said, smiling, "I believe I am penniless. I have nothing but a five-dollar bill."   "Never mind, sir! Take the paper and pay me to morrow."   "But I may not see you."   "I am generally here about this time."   "And if I shouldn't see you, you will lose the penny."   "I will risk it, sir," said Luke, smiling.

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