There was a bucket and dipper, and Samuel drank. The taste of the
water was a kind of ecstasy to him--he drank until he could drink no
more.

Then he stood waiting. "I beg pardon, sir," he began timidly.

"Hey?" said the man.

"I'm nearly starved, sir. I've had nothing to eat for I don't know how
long."

"Oh!" exclaimed the other. "So that's it. Get out!"

"You don't understand," began Samuel, perplexed.

"Get out!" cried the man. "That don't go in here. No beggars allowed!"

Beggars! The word struck Samuel like a whip-lash.

"I'm no beggar!" he cried wildly. "I--" And then he stopped. He had
been going to say, "I will pay for it."

He went out burning with shame, and on the spot he took his
resolution--come what might, he would never beg. He would not put a
morsel of food into his mouth until he had earned it.

Across from the depot was a public square, and a broad street with
trolley tracks. Samuel walked down the street; and then, feeling weak
and seeing a dark doorway, he went in and crouched in a corner. For a