About this time my elder sister was married and moved to New York. Her
husband was a mechanic and made good money. He liked me, and when the
theft was discovered I went and put up with him, staying there until I
made money enough to leave, then I got out. All this time I was going
from bad to worse, my associates being thieves and crooks and gamblers.
I shall never forget the first time I was arrested. I was with a
hardened crook, and we had made a haul of some hundred dollars. But as
luck would have it we were caught and sent away for nine months on a
"technicality." If we had received our just dues the lowest term would
have been five years each. I thought my time in prison would never come
to an end, but it did at last, and I was free. But where was I to go? My
mother had moved to New York to be near my sister, so I went and called
on them. Mother asked me where I had been. I made some kind of an
excuse, but I could see by mother's eye that she did not take much stock
in it.
I remained at home, and finally got work in a fruit house on Washington
Street, at eight dollars a week. I was quite steady for a while, and
mother still had hopes of her boy.
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