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THE DINNER PAIL
By Augustus Goodrich Sherwin
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
"Return to the writer," spoke Alvin
Prescott, and an expression crossed
his face that looked strangely out of
place for one so young and hand
some. It was indignation, resolve and
grimness combined naught of re
gret He handed back a letter, just
delivered by the postman and brought
to him by the slovenly maid of the
third-class boarding house, the fare
and disorder of which constituted one
of the many hard crosses he was
compelled to bear.
"I won't break, I won't give in!"
he said between his set teeth. "I
won't truckle. Gideon Blake and his
dollars that!" and he snapped his
fingers airily. "Ill ejirn my own liv
ing and work my own way. Thanks,"
he added, arising to leave for his
daily task and taking up the filled
dinner paid brought to him by the
He swung down the street not one
whit ashamed of carrying the badge
of the. artisan. It was a pretty big fall
from the luxurious theory of engin
eering, to begin at the bottom to
learn the practical end of mechanics.
Two dollars a day looked mean and
"little to the recent prospective heir to
a fortune. The worst of it was that
the factory town did not boast a de
cent boarding house. The charge was
cheap, the fare abominable. Even
now Alvin made a slight grimace and
then resignedly shrugged his shoul
ders as he thought of the dinner hour
and its usual concomitants dry
bread fragments, a stale roast, pie
with a soaked crust.
"By all means I must find a new
boarding house," Alvin soliloquized.
"I can't afford the hotel. There must
r come place where I can get clean,
-'me food, even if it isn't grand
letter he had just ordered returned
to its writer. Well he knew from the
handwriting it bore that his uncle,
Gideon Blake, was the correspondent.
Six months previously he had quar
reled with that self-willed relative.
Mr. Blake wished him to marry a cer
tain Eulalie Merton. Against this Al
vin rebelled. In the first place he had
not yet learned what love meant. In
aawtu T igjut ll fi jf .
thoughts reverted to the ;
4I Can't Do Better Than Make the
the next he knew Eulalie Merton
to be naturally a flirt and by procliv
ity a good deal of an adventuress.
"I do not want your money," Alvin
had said. "I can earn my own liv
ing," and now he was doing it
He began calculating possible prog
ress in his sphere of employment to
keep from feeling lonely, for he
found little congenial companionship