Truth In Lowly Walks Of Life

"Madam," the needy one said, with the air of a man who was telling the truth, "I do not lie to you; it has been fortyeight hours since I tasted food." "Poor manl I am sorry for you. You must get something to eat. Forty-eight hours without foodl" "I teil you the truth, madam," he said, gratefully pocketingthe quarter "I have kept myself so full of whisky this past weeK that food has been repulsivo to me: but I will now trv to