So Tony did his work as usual for the remainder of the day. He felt rather sober. Just as he had found a home his evil genius, in the character of Rudolph, appeared and deprived him of it.
CHAPTER XXVIII. THE WORLD BEFORE HIM.
Though Tony was out of a place he was considerably better off than he had generally been. He had five dollars in his pocket for the first time in his life. A few weeks ago he would have considered himself rich with this amount, and would have been in high spirits. But now he took a different view of life. He had known what it was to have a settled home, and to earn an honest living, and he had learned to like it. But fortune was against him, and he must go.
"Good-by, James," he said, soberly, to the hostler the next morning.
"Good-by, Tony, and good luck," said the kind-hearted hostler.
"I hope I shall have good luck, but I don't expect it," said Tony.
"Pooh, nonsense! You're young, and the world is before you."
"That's so, James, but so far the world has been against me."