"This is dreadful!" "You may well say that, Mr.Graham.It dreadful enough.

No one knows that better than I do," was answered, with a bitterness that his old friend felt to be genuine.
"Why, then, lead this terrible life a day longer ?" asked the friend.
"I shall not lead it a day longer if God will help me," was replied, with a genuineness of purpose that was felt by Mr.Graham.
"Give me your hand on that, Andrew Hall," he exclaimed.

Two hands closed in a tight grip.
"Where are you going now ?" inquired the friend.
"I'm in search of something to do--something that will give me honest bread.

Look at my hand." He held it up.
"It shakes, you see.

I have not tasted liquor this morning.