The Washington times., 1911-01-13
CHAPTER vi (Continued) .

-HE proprietor blanched. tremolen'
A fear-impelled hand drew silver
from his pocket and gave David
the amount. David glanced at it,
and, obeying an impulse that he was 10
regret again and again, flung the nara
coins straight into the mans face. Ihen
he walked out of the office, secured his
hat from the cloakrOOm nearby, ana
marched through the store. At the door
the frantic proprietor, who had rushed
ahead to call for the police. tried to
block David's way, but David bore
down upon him with so menaclng
look that he stepped aside.
Fortunately the street was filled with
people, and the next instant David was
lost among them. For half an hour he
aimleSsly walked the streets with his
wrath. Then the realization of his stu
alton began to cool him. However un-
just had been his discharge, and how
ever british its manner, the great fact
was not thereby changed. He was dis
charged, and he had in his pocket less
than dollar.
The wearyinG. heart-breakinE search
for work now began anew. That he had
found one situation made him think
he might find another, but at the end
of a week he had met with nothing but
failure. He still kept on the march,
but the spirit was gone out of him. The
search for work became purely an af-
fair of muscles; his legs carried him
from office to office. At each his lips
repeated their request. Muscle, that
was all-musCle whipped TO action by
the fear of starvation.
But though his spirit was worn weak
his resentment was not. He ragged at
times frantiCally. Why did the world
refuse work to the poor beings the
prisons sent back to it? Some OF them
were inspired by good resolutions; 10
them life was dear; they We're worth
saving. How did the world expect them
to live and be honest if it refused them
means Of life and honesty? He could
find but one answer to his gu"StitnS:
the world was selfish, heartless. He
cursed the world, he cursed the God
that made it,
And he cursed himself. his foolish
ness that had brought him here: and he
cursed Morton and St. CristOpher's
At times he burned with the desire to
clear his name, come what might to the
Mission people. 1t is so hard for one,
unfed, cold. hopeless, To be heroic. But
his sense told him that the truth from
him would go unbelieved; and the great
resolution behind his bargain, the long
laration of innocence.
But even amid these gloomy weeks
there were gentler periods. He often
slipped at night into the neigh borhood
"
Gazed at the clubhouse, its windows
aglow with friendliness to all but him
self: at the chapel, with the Morton
memorial window sending it's warm in
spiriation into the streets-as it did, so
he had learned, throughout the night:
He told himself, when he thus stood
with his work before his eyes, that he
should be content His struggles were
hard-yes: his suffering was great. But
that his suffering. the suffering of one
man, should hold these hundreds little
nearer TO the plain decadence of life, to
truth and purity and honor. little
nearer to God-this was worth while.
Yes, the bargain was a great bargain:
And every Wednesday, evening he
looked forth from the shadow of door
way at Helen Chambers as she left the
mission. And at the moment she passed
his door he each time felt the same
supreme pang. Three feet away-as far
away as the stars!