"I haven't
any money to do anything with yet."
"I'd advertise as soon as I could afford it," suggested Frank. "And
I'd write to the secretaries of all these old soldiers' organizations,
too, giving your father's full name and what he belonged to."
"That's a good idea," exclaimed Richard. "I'll do that this week. I
have plenty of time in the evening, and can get the addresses from the
directory."
CHAPTER XXIV.
PEP'S HOME.
Sunday morning dawned clear and bright. Richard was naturally an early
riser, but the unaccustomed sounds in the streets awoke him at an even
earlier hour than he usually arose, and when seven o'clock came, and
the Massanets assembled for breakfast, they found that their boarder
had had quite a delightful walk.
By ten o'clock the Massanets were all ready and bound for church.
When the congregation was dismissed, Richard and Frank hurried home
ahead, wishing to see if Pep had come.
They found the street urchin waiting for them at the door. He was very
pale and nearly out of breath.
"I was thinkin' you'd never come!" he gasped. "I run all de way, and
went upstairs, but couldn't find nobody."
"What's the matter?" cried Richard. "Is your father worse?"
"Yes, indeed; a heap worse. I was thinkin' he was goin' to croak last
night.
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