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the piers; when that failed he had found food here and there as chance threw it in his way. He had ceased to show his face in daylight, now, for a reporter knows everybody, rich and poor, high and low, and cannot well avoid familiar faces in the broad light of day.

This mendicant Blucherā ā€”I call him that for convenienceā ā€”was a splendid creature. He was full of hope, pluck and philosophy; he was well read and a man of cultivated taste; he had a bright wit and was a master of satire; his kindliness and his generous spirit made him royal in my eyes and changed his curbstone seat to a throne and his damaged hat to a crown.

He had an adventure, once, which sticks fast in my memory as the most pleasantly grotesque that ever touched my sympathies. He had been without a penny for two months. He had shirked about obscure streets, among friendly dim lights, till the thing had become second nature to him. But at last he was driven abroad in daylight. The cause was sufficient; he had not tasted food for forty-eight hours, and he could not endure the misery of his hunger in idle hiding. He came along a back street, glowering at the loaves in bakeshop windows, and feeling that he could trade his life away for a morsel to eat. The sight of the bread doubled his hunger; but it was good to look at it, anyhow, and imagine what one might do if one only had it. Presently, in the middle of the street he saw a shining spotā ā€”looked againā ā€”did not, and could not, believe his eyesā ā€”turned away, to try them, then looked again. It was a verityā ā€”no vain, hunger-inspired delusionā ā€”it was a silver dime! He snatched itā ā€”gloated over it; doubted itā ā€”bit itā ā€”found it genuineā ā€”choked his heart down, and smothered a halleluiah. Then he looked aroundā ā€”saw that nobody was looking at himā ā€”threw the dime down where it was beforeā ā€”walked away a few steps, and approached again, pretending he did not know it was there, so that he could re-enjoy the luxury of finding it. He walked around it, viewing it from different points; then sauntered about with his hands in his pockets, looking up at the signs and now and then glancing at it and feeling the old thrill again. Finally he took it up, and went away, fondling it in his pocket. He idled through unfrequented streets, stopping in doorways and corners to take it out and look at it. By and by he went home to his lodgingsā ā€”an empty queens-ware hogsheadā ā€”and employed himself till night trying to make up his mind what to buy with it. But it was hard to do. To get the most for it was the idea. He knew that at the Minerā€™s Restaurant he could get a plate of beans and a piece of bread for ten cents; or a fish-ball and some few trifles, but they gave ā€œno bread with one fish-ballā€ there. At French Peteā€™s he could get a veal cutlet, plain, and some radishes and bread, for ten cents; or a cup of coffeeā ā€”a pint at leastā ā€”and a slice of bread; but the slice was not thick enough by the eighth of an inch, and sometimes they were still more criminal than that in the cutting of it. At seven oā€™clock his hunger was wolfish; and still his mind was not made up. He turned out and went up Merchant street, still ciphering; and chewing a bit of stick, as is the way of starving men. He passed before the lights of Martinā€™s restaurant, the most aristocratic in the city, and stopped. It was a place where he had often dined, in better days, and Martin knew him well. Standing aside, just out of the range of the light, he worshiped the quails and steaks in the show window, and imagined that may be the fairy times were not gone yet and some prince in disguise would come along presently and tell him to go in there and take whatever he wanted. He chewed his stick with a hungry interest as he warmed to his subject. Just at this juncture he was conscious of someone at his side, sure enough; and then a finger touched his arm. He looked up, over his shoulder, and saw an apparitionā ā€”a very allegory of Hunger! It was a man six feet high, gaunt, unshaven, hung with rags; with a haggard face and sunken cheeks, and eyes that pleaded piteously. This phantom said:

ā€œCome with meā ā€”please.ā€

He locked his arm in Blucherā€™s and walked up the street to where the passengers were few and the light not strong, and then facing about, put out his hands in a beseeching way, and said:

ā€œFriendā ā€”strangerā ā€”look at me! Life is easy to youā ā€”you go about, placid and content, as I did once, in my dayā ā€”you have been in there, and eaten your sumptuous supper, and picked your teeth, and hummed your tune, and thought your pleasant thoughts, and said to yourself it is a good worldā ā€”but youā€™ve never suffered! You donā€™t know what trouble isā ā€”you donā€™t know what misery isā ā€”nor hunger! Look at me! Stranger have pity on a poor friendless, homeless dog! As God is my judge, I have not tasted food for eight and forty hours!ā ā€”look in my eyes and see if I lie! Give me the least trifle in the world to keep me from starvingā ā€”anythingā ā€”twenty-five cents! Do it, strangerā ā€”do it, please. It will be nothing to you, but life to me. Do it, and I will go down on my knees and lick the dust before you! I will kiss your footprintsā ā€”I will worship the very ground you walk on! Only twenty-five cents! I am famishingā ā€”perishingā ā€”starving by inches! For Godā€™s sake donā€™t desert me!ā€

Blucher was bewilderedā ā€”and touched, tooā ā€”stirred to the depths. He reflected. Thought again. Then an idea struck him, and he said:

ā€œCome with me.ā€

He took the outcastā€™s arm, walked him down to Martinā€™s restaurant, seated him at a

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