I told the lady a sad story of how hungry I was, and ended up by asking for a pan of water to wash my face and hands, if it would not cause her too much trouble.
She called to her husband, who came hurrying into the hall in his stocking feet.
After I had told my story again a pan of water was brought into the hall and I was invited in.
They told me, while I was washing, they had nothing in the house to eat.
I took out my note book.
"If you will loan me five cents," I said, "I'll take your address and return it. I'm very hungry, sir, and will appreciate it more than I can tell you."
The man loaned me a dime, but would furnish no address; and hastily thanking them, I hurried out the gate and started on a run for the railroad restaurant.
A big, fat fellow runs the railroad restaurant at Marshall—a Dutchman or Irishman, I couldn't decide which, but he is as good natured as he is large.
There was nobody in but the proprietor when I entered.