" It
was so with me. Out in the world again, I forgot all about all the
promises I made in prison.
[Illustration: A BOWERY LODGING-HOUSE.]
CHAPTER IV
"SAVED BY GRACE"
Twelve years later, after a life spent on the road and in prison, I
found myself on the Bowery, in the fall of 1892, without a friend, "down
and out." After spending my last dollar in ----'s saloon, I was sitting
down in the back room of that place, wondering if I dared ask ---- for a
drink, when in he walked. He looked at me, and said, "Now, Danny, I
think you had better get a move on! Get out and hustle. You are broke,
and you know I am not running this place for fun."
I took it kind of hard, but looked at him and said, "All right." I got
up from the chair where I'd been sitting and walked out, not caring what
I did, but bound to get some money. Now, ---- was a good fellow in his
way; they all are if you have the price; but saloon-keepers are not
running their places for the benefit of others, and when a man's money's
gone they don't want him around. I had spent all I had, about twenty
dollars, and now I was turned out, and it served me right.
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