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"
He
had
comparatively
no
advantages
at
first
.
His
father
had
been
a
bank
cashier
,
but
he
lingered
for
years
,
dying
of
consumption
in
Arizona
,
so
that
when
he
was
dead
,
Mr
.
Butler
,
Charles
Butler
he
was
called
,
found
himself
alone
in
the
world
.
His
father
had
come
from
Australia
,
you
know
,
and
so
he
had
no
relatives
in
California
.
He
went
to
work
in
a
printing
-
office
,
—
I
have
heard
him
tell
of
it
many
times
,
—
and
he
got
three
dollars
a
week
,
at
first
.
His
income
to
-
day
is
at
least
thirty
thousand
a
year
.
How
did
he
do
it
?
He
was
honest
,
and
faithful
,
and
industrious
,
and
economical
.
He
denied
himself
the
enjoyments
that
most
boys
indulge
in
.
He
made
it
a
point
to
save
so
much
every
week
,
no
matter
what
he
had
to
do
without
in
order
to
save
it
.
Of
course
,
he
was
soon
earning
more
than
three
dollars
a
week
,
and
as
his
wages
increased
he
saved
more
and
more
.
"
He
worked
in
the
daytime
,
and
at
night
he
went
to
night
school
.
He
had
his
eyes
fixed
always
on
the
future
.
Later
on
he
went
to
night
high
school
.
When
he
was
only
seventeen
,
he
was
earning
excellent
wages
at
setting
type
,
but
he
was
ambitious
.
He
wanted
a
career
,
not
a
livelihood
,
and
he
was
content
to
make
immediate
sacrifices
for
his
ultimate
again
.
He
decided
upon
the
law
,
and
he
entered
father
’
s
office
as
an
office
boy
—
think
of
that
!
—
and
got
only
four
dollars
a
week
.
But
he
had
learned
how
to
be
economical
,
and
out
of
that
four
dollars
he
went
on
saving
money
.
"
She
paused
for
breath
,
and
to
note
how
Martin
was
receiving
it
.
His
face
was
lighted
up
with
interest
in
the
youthful
struggles
of
Mr
.
Butler
;
but
there
was
a
frown
upon
his
face
as
well
.
"
I
’
d
say
they
was
pretty
hard
lines
for
a
young
fellow
,
"
he
remarked
.
"
Four
dollars
a
week
!
How
could
he
live
on
it
?
You
can
bet
he
didn
’
t
have
any
frills
.
Why
,
I
pay
five
dollars
a
week
for
board
now
,
an
’
there
’
s
nothin
’
excitin
’
about
it
,
you
can
lay
to
that
.
He
must
have
lived
like
a
dog
.
The
food
he
ate
—
"
"
He
cooked
for
himself
,
"
she
interrupted
,
"
on
a
little
kerosene
stove
.
"
"
The
food
he
ate
must
have
been
worse
than
what
a
sailor
gets
on
the
worst
-
feedin
’
deep
-
water
ships
,
than
which
there
ain
’
t
much
that
can
be
possibly
worse
.
"
"
But
think
of
him
now
!
"
she
cried
enthusiastically
.
"
Think
of
what
his
income
affords
him
.
His
early
denials
are
paid
for
a
thousand
-
fold
.
"
Martin
looked
at
her
sharply
.
"
There
’
s
one
thing
I
’
ll
bet
you
,
"
he
said
,
"
and
it
is
that
Mr
.
Butler
is
nothin
’
gay
-
hearted
now
in
his
fat
days
.
He
fed
himself
like
that
for
years
an
’
years
,
on
a
boy
’
s
stomach
,
an
’
I
bet
his
stomach
’
s
none
too
good
now
for
it
.
"
Her
eyes
dropped
before
his
searching
gaze
.
