perhaps he is still wearing it. I often see Mrs. Bainbridge, and she is
always the same kind friend, God bless her! I have entry to the Dorcas
Room when I need anything to help a man that I'm trying to put on his
feet, and that's often.


DELIVERING TELEPHONE BOOKS

It was coming spring and I was no longer needed at the furnace. I left
with a recommendation for six months and a standing invitation from the
cook for my meals, and she never went back on me. I don't know where she
is now, but if she reads this book I want her to know that I appreciated
all she did for me when I started this new life and I am sure she will
be delighted to know that she helped a little.

I got another job delivering telephone books. When you see a poor
seedy-looking man delivering these books, give him a kind word, for
there's many a good man at that job to-day hoping for something better.
This job was a hard one and you had to hustle to make a dollar a day,
but I did not mind the hustling: I was strong, the drink had gone out of
me, and I felt good. I was anxious to get a job as porter in some
wholesale house, and delivering these books gave me a good chance to
ask, and ask I did in nearly every store where I delivered a book. I
always got the same reply, "No one wanted." I stayed at this about
three months, and was getting discouraged. It looked as though I'd never
get a steady position.

I had only a few more days of work, and was just finishing my deliveries
one afternoon. I had Twenty-second Street and North River as my last
delivery, which took me into the lumber district and into the office of