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But now, cutting loose from all the
past life, no prospects of work, no
money in his pocket, Harley packed
his best clothes in a suitcase, bade
his landlady good-by and proceeded
to the street There was a gim, un
compromising glitter in his eye as he
proceeded to a second-hand clothing
store. When he came out of it, Har-
ley was arrayed in a coarse, common
9 working suit and had a few dollars in
cash as a result of a sale of his few
His next stop was at a laborers' em
ployment bureau. Its proprietor
started at this white-handed, refined
faced applicant, who indifferently an
nounced that track work, mining,
farm work, in fact any line of manual
employment would be acceptable.
Harley was required to pay a fee
of $2. Then he was given a card. It
read: "Superintendent of Construc
tion, Allegan, la." He was handed a
v bit of pasteboard.
"That is a pass to your destina
tion," advised the agency. "When
youi arrive there apply for grading
work $1.75 a day and board."
"That sounds tangible'" nodded
Harley gratefully, and took his de
parture. "It's- work," he communed
with himself. It will keep me from
becoming a pauper and it" will make
me forget!" ,
But adverse fortune seemed to pur
sue the victim it had kept tramping
the streets for several weeks looking
for the position he never found.
He arrived at Allegan to find work
at a standstill and the railroad in the
hands of a receiver. Some two hun
dred workmen had dispersed, or were
dispersing about the immediate vicin-
ity. The farmers in the district were
(9 hilarious over this vast influx of la
bor, for they needed workers in the
fields, and under the exigencies of the
occasion were able to bargain at
their own figures.
Harley was quite glad of the new
prospect opened. He preferred farm
work. Then came a new disappoint
ment The railroad laborers had two
days' start of him. The labor mar-"'
ket was glutted. Every place at plow
and harrow was filled.
"Oh, well, I shall have to strike out
for a new field, that is all," he told
himself grimly, trying to fancy he
was imbued with the optimism of an
Harley tramped it, brave as a Tro
jan, for two days. On the morning of
the third he met his first bit of enJ
couragement He had came upon a
desolate, starved-looking farm and
hailed its equally dismal owner wa
tering lean, disconsolate cattle. The
man himself was grim-faced and dis
pirited in mien and talk.
"I might give you board and lodg
ing for a week's work," he said un
graciously. "Ill take that, if it's only to get my
hand in," agreed Harley cheerfully.
"But say, what's struck the place?"
"A sucker!" growled the man,
whose name was Evans. "The suck
er is me. I lost my wife and wanted
a lonely life. I've got it Traded a
nice village home for this farm,
hey called it Look at it!"
"It does look forlorn, for a fact,
observed Harley, "but what's the
main subject of discouragement, Ah,
I see the soil," scooping.up a hand
ful of the loose, yeuow dirt, scanned
it closely, tasting of it, smelling of It,
and tossing it adrift with a thought
ful, "Humph! Got any loose capi
"What if I have?" demanded the
farmer, surlily and with suspicion.
"Because, if you have, and will in
vest it in lime and phosphates, 111
make a cast-iron contract to Io the
rest that will make this place a gar
den of Eden inside of two seasons on
a basis of fifty and fifty."
"Uncle wasn't sobad, after all!"
many a time later Harry soliloquized.
He threw schoolingv energy and soul
into his first and grand chance at sci
entific farming. At the end of two
years he had made a contented man
of his employer and a proud, happy
man of himself.