"Come and have some breakfast," she said in a low voice, "it's all ready and the coffee's hot."
There was no help for it, and I humbly assented to take a cup of coffee. The hot, steaming coffee was of the best quality, and four times did my beautiful young waitress see that my cup was filled.
Sometimes I think that coffee saved my life.
Upon leaving Mrs. Sprague's I walked down town from the fair grounds, a distance of about three miles.
The first man I asked for a job was F. P. Holland, the rich editor of the Texas Farm and Ranch.
He said he had no work at present.
Before leaving, I told him I was sick, cold and hungry, and had nowhere to sleep that night.