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CHAPTER VIII - BREAD FROM THE WATERS.

The next day, worn out from loss of sleep, the young man started out upon a last

frenzied search for employment. He had no money for breakfast, and so he went

breakfastless, and as he had no carfare it was necessary for him to walk the

seemingly interminable miles from one prospective job to another. By the middle

of the afternoon Jimmy was hungrier than he had ever been before in his life. He

was so hungry that it actually hurt, and he was weak from physical fatigue and

from disappointment and worry.

"I've got to eat," he soliloquized fiercely, "if I have to go out to-night and pound

somebody on the head to get the price, and I'm going to do it," he concluded as

the odors of cooking food came to him from a cheap restaurant which he was

passing. He stopped a moment and looked into the window at the catsup bottles

and sad-looking pies which the proprietor apparently seemed to think formed an

artistic and attractive window display.

If I had a brick," thought Jimmy, "I would have one of those pies, even if I went

to the jug for it," but his hunger had not made him as desperate as he thought he

was, and so he passed slowly on, and, glancing into the windows of the store next

door, saw a display of second-hand clothes and the sign "Clothes Bought and

Sold."

Jimmy looked at those in the window and then down at his own, which, though

wrinkled, were infinitely better than anything on display.

"I wonder," he mused, "if I couldn't put something over in the way of high finance

here," and, acting upon the inspiration, he entered the dingy little shop. When he

emerged twenty minutes later he wore a shabby and rather disreputable suit of

hand-me-downs, but he had two silver dollars in his pocket.

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