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 and comfortably wondering whether to order thick soup or clear.

"Why should they have everything?" he thought. "I know how it feels to be an anarchist now. I don't blame them. Oh, you well-dressed people, if you knew what it means to be in want of food!'

Then he turned abruptly about, retraced his steps a few blocks until he came to Twenty-eighth Street, near where he had seen several illuminated signs, "Table d'hôte dinner, 6 courses, 50 cents." He chose the smallest of the places, arguing that as the proprietor paid less rent, he could afford to give more dinner.

Young dropped into a chair. "Serve me quickly," he said to the waiter. "I'm—rather hungry." Then he added to himself, "I'll have one square meal anyway." He took out his half-dollar and looked at it. "Then after that, well, there are the two rivers—" Then he stopped and thought for a moment of his mother out home on the farm; then he said, half aloud, "Rot! Nonsense! I have really no such thought.