I won't let you lodge here, but I will give you a breakfast in the morning, if you choose to come round.

Then you will be strengthened for a day's work, and can see what you can find to do." Hogan saw that Joe was in earnest and walked out of the restaurant, without a word.
When Joe was about to close his doors for the night his attention was drawn to a man who was sitting down on the ground, a few feet distant, with his head buried between his two hands, in an attitude expressive of despondency.
Joe was warm-hearted and sympathetic, and, after a moment's hesitation, addressed the stranger.
"Is anything the matter with you, sir ?" he asked.

"Don't you feel well ?" The man addressed raised his head.

He was a stout, strongly built man, roughly dressed, but had a look which inspired confidence.
"I may as well tell you, boy," he answered, "though you can't help me.

I've been a cursed fool, that's what's the matter." "If you don't mind telling me," said Joe gently, "perhaps I can be of service to you." The man shook his head.
"I don't think you can," he said, "but I'll tell you, for all that.
Yesterday I came up from the mines with two thousand dollars.