, 1910-05-05
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I'm n. G.-that's a cinch! The
sooner I chuck it the better"
Caught in the swirl of the busy
city's midday rush, engulfed in Broad
ways swift moving flood of hustling
humanity. jostled uncerenoniously
by the careless, Indifferent crowds,
discouraged from stemming further
the tide Of pushing, elbowing men and
women who hurried up and down the
great t~horoughfare, Howard Jeffries,
tired and hungry and thoroughly dis
susted with himself. stood still at the
corner Of Fulton street, cursing the
luck which had brought him to his
present plight.
1t was the oon hour, the important
time of day when nature loudly claims
her due. when business affairs, no
matter how pressing, must be tenn
porarily interrupted so that the hui
man machine may lay in a fresh store
of nervous energy. From under the
portals of precipitous office buildings,
mammoth hives of human industries,
which to right n left scared dizzily
from street to sky. swarmed thou
sands of employees of both sexes
clerks, stenographers. shop girls, mes
senger boys-all moved by a common
impulse to satisfy without further de
lay the animal cravings of their phys
zeal natures. They strobe along with
quick, nervous step, each chatting and
laughing with his fellow, interested
for the nonce in the days work, ma
king plans for ~well-earned recreation
-,hnp Gu. ~sI~nlr .L-,l --I
the uptown stampede for Harlem and
home begin.
The young man sullen1y watched
the scene. envious Of the energy and
activity of all about him. Each one
in these hurrying throngs. he thought
bitterly to himself, was a valuable
unit in the prosperity and welfare OF
the big town. No matter how humble
his or her position. each played a
part in h business life Of the great
city, each was an unseen, unknown,
yet indispensable cog in the whirling,
complicated mechanism of the vast
world metropolis. Intuitively he felt
that he vas not one of them, that he
had no right W to consider himself
their equal. He was utterly useless
to anybody. He was without position
or money. He was destitute even of a
shred of ~self-respect. Hadn't he
promised Annie not to touch liquor
again before he found a job? Yet he
had already imbibed all the whisky
which the little money left in his
pocket would buy.
lnvoluntarily, instinctively, he
shrank back into the shadow of q
doorway to let the crowds pass. The
payements were now filled to yer
flowing and each moment newcomers
from the side streets came to swell
the human stream. He tried to avoid
observation, fearing that some one
might recognize him, thinking all
could read on his face that he was
a sot, a self-confessed failure, one OF
life's incompetents. In his painful
self-consciousness he believed himself
the cynosure Of every y n he
WINGED as he thought he detected on
certain faces side g%lances Of curiosity.
commiseration and contempt.
Nor was he altogether mistaken.
More than mi passer-by turned to
look in his direction, attracted by
his peculiar appearance. His was .
type not seen every day In the COM
mercial district-the postgraduate
college man out at elbows. He was
smooth-faced and apparently about 26
years of age. His complexion was
fair and his face refined. 1t would
have been handsome but for q droop-
ing, irresolute mouth, which denoted
more than average weakness Of char
aoter. The face was thin, chalk-like
in its lack of color and deeply scanned
with the tell-tale lines Of dissipation.
Dark circles under his eyes and .
peculiar watery look suggested late
hours and o%verfondness for alcoholic
refreshment. His clothes had the cut
of expensive tailors, but they were
shabby and needed pressing. His linen
was soiled and his nUcktie disar-
ranged. His whole appearance was
careless and suggested that reckless
ness of mind which comes Of general
Generalization.
Howard Jeffries knew that he was a
failure. yet like most young men
mentally weak, he insisted that he
could not be held altogether to blame.
Secretly, too, he despised these sober,
Industrious people who seemed con-
tented with the crumbs Of comfort
thrown to them. What, he wondered
idly, was their secret of getting on?
How were they able to lead such well
regulated lives when he. starting out
with far greater advantages. had
failed? oh, he knew well where the
trouble lay-in his damnable weak
ness of character, his love for drink.
That was responsible for everything.
But was 1t his fault II he were born
weak? These people who behaved
themselves and got on, he sneered,
were calm. commonplace tempera-
ments who found no diff culty in con-
trolling their baser instincts. They