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 I don't propose to let anybody give me money. All I want is a chance to earn it. Now, which way shall I turn, up or down Broadway? It doesn't seem to make much difference." He walked up Broadway. "This is making a tremendous appetite!" he thought, smiling grimly.

It was Saturday evening, and it was just six o'clock. All New York seemed to be merrily hurrying home. Young looked at the faces. He thought their owners did not seem to realize how contented they ought to be.

"Hello, there's Howard Lansing!" Young turned up his coat-collar and pulled down his hat; but Lansing did not even see him as it happened.

"I don't feel like meeting any more class-mates," Young explained to himself.

When he first arrived, it had given him a great deal of pleasure to see the fellows again. Counting those who were at the various law and medical schools, there were about fifty of the class in New York. But after the company went up, he began to avoid them.