"My boy, what is your name ?" "Joe Mason." "Well, Joe, here is my ticket.

If you are ever able to pay a hundred dollars for this ticket, you may pay it to my friend, Charles Folsom.
Now, I advise you both to be getting aboard, as it is nearly time for the steamer to sail.

I won't go on with you, Charlie, as I must go back to my father's bedside." "Good-by, sir.

God bless you!" said Joe gratefully.

"Good-by, Joe, and good luck!" As they went over the plank, the officer, recognizing Joe, said roughly: "Stand back, boy! Didn't I tell you you couldn't go aboard without a ticket ?" "Here is my ticket," said Joe.
"A first-class ticket!" exclaimed the officer, in amazement.