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Chapter XLVII. The Way Of The Beaten: A Harp In The Wind

           Onthisoccasion,theex-manageratehisashewentploddingthedarkstreetsinsilencetohisbed.

           ByJanuaryhehadaboutconcludedthatthegamewasupwithhim.Lifehadalwaysseemedapreciousthing,butnowconstantwantandweakenedvitalityhadmadethecharmsofearthratherdullandinconspicuous.Severaltimes,whenfortunepressedmostharshly,hethoughthewouldendhistroubles;butwithachangeofweather,orthearrivalofaquarteroradime,hismoodwouldchange,andhewouldwait.Eachdayhewouldfindsomeoldpaperlyingaboutandlookintoit,toseeiftherewasanytraceofCarrie,butallsummerandfallhehadlookedinvain.Thenhenoticedthathiseyeswerebeginningtohurthim,andthisailmentrapidlyincreaseduntil,inthedarkchambersofthelodgingshefrequented,hedidnotattempttoread.Badandirregulareatingwasweakeningeveryfunctionofhisbody.Theonerecourselefthimwastodozewhenaplaceofferedandhecouldgetthemoneytooccupyit.

           Hewasbeginningtofind,inhiswretchedclothingandmeagrestateofbody,thatpeopletookhimforachronictypeofbumandbeggar.Policehustledhimalong,restaurantandlodging-housekeepersturnedhimoutpromptlythemomenthehadhisdue;pedestrianswavedhimoff.Hefounditmoreandmoredifficulttogetanythingfromanybody.

           Atlastheadmittedtohimselfthatthegamewasup.Itwasafteralongseriesofappealstopedestrians,inwhichhehadbeenrefusedandrefused—everyonehasteningfromcontact.

           “Givemealittlesomething,willyou,mister?”hesaidtothelastone.

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