"Here, Johnny," said the barkeeper.
While he was drinking, a miserable-looking man, whose outward appearance seemed to indicate that Fortune had not smiled upon him lately, sidled in, and without coming to the bar, walked up to the table where the free lunch was spread out.
"What'll you have to drink, my friend?" asked the barkeeper, pointedly.
The man looked rather abashed, and fumbled in his pockets.
"I'm out of money," he stammered.
"Then keep away from the lunch, if you please," said the proprietor of the establishment. "No lunch without a drink. That's my rule."
"I'm very hungry," faltered the man, in a weak voice. "I haven't tasted food for twenty-four hours."
"Why don't you work?"
"I can't get work."
"That's your lookout. My lunch is for those who drink first."