That week
the young man encountered a gentleman who, in England, had known him
well. The disparity in their positions was great, as the gentleman was
now able to give and recently had given his church ten thousand dollars,
but that disparity had been greater in England, where it had been in
favor of the young man. However, this did not prevent the gentleman
offering the young man a job of gardening at a dollar a day, as that
was a good bargain, and that did not prevent the young man eagerly
accepting the offer. That week he earned his board. The next week he was
adrift again, quite well used up from heavy work, but very active. His
hope was the one striking point in his character.
HIS CHEERY VOICE
could always be heard. People liked to have him around, but they never
seemed to pay him anything in return. Early in June he got a job
sandpapering window-frames in a city cellar. This tried his mettle for
it broke his hands to pieces, but he worked through the job at eight
dollars a week. It ruined about twenty-five dollars' worth of clothes
unavoidably. Coming out of the cellar the last day of the job, he looked
into a store which was just opening.
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