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«You wouldn’t work if you had a chance,» he bullied.


I glanced at his meek-faced wife, and knew that but for the presence of this Cerberus I’d have a whack at that meat-pie myself. But Cerberus sopped himself in the pie, and I saw that I must placate him if I were to get a share of it. So I sighed to myself and accepted his work-morality.


«Of course I want work,» I bluffed.


«Don’t believe it,» he snorted.


«Try me,» I answered, warming to the bluff.


«All right,» he said. «Come to the corner of blank and blank streets» – (I have forgotten the address) – «to-morrow morning. You know where that burned building is, and I’ll put you to work tossing bricks.»


«All right, sir; I’ll be there.»


He grunted and went on eating. I waited. After a couple of minutes he looked up with an I-thought-you-were-gone expression on his face, and demanded:—


«Well?»


«I… I am waiting for something to eat,» I said gently.


«I knew you wouldn’t work!» he roared.


He was right, of course; but his conclusion must have been reached by mind-reading, for his logic wouldn’t bear it out. But the beggar at the door must be humble, so I accepted his logic as I had accepted his morality.


«You see, I am now hungry,» I said still gently. «To-morrow morning I shall be hungrier. Think how hungry I shall be when I have tossed bricks all day without anything to eat. Now if you will give me something to eat, I’ll be in great shape for those bricks.»


He gravely considered my plea, at the same time going on eating, while his wife nearly trembled into propitiatory speech, but refrained.


«I’ll tell you what I’ll do,» he said between mouthfuls. «You come to work to-morrow, and in the middle of the day I’ll advance you enough for your dinner. That will show whether you are in earnest or not.»


«In the meantime – » I began; but he interrupted.


«If I gave you something to eat now, I’d never see you again. Oh, I know your kind. Look at me. I owe no man. I have never descended so low as to ask any one for food. I have always earned my food. The trouble with you is that you are idle and dissolute. I can see it in your face. I have worked and been honest. I have made myself what I am. And you can do the same, if you work and are honest.»


«Like you?» I queried.


Alas, no ray of humor had ever penetrated the sombre work-sodden soul of that man.