Suppose, let's say, a clerk in New York has been too ill, for a long time, to work.

Suppose illness has eaten all his savings, and that he doesn't care to borrow, when he knows he may never be able to pay.

Suppose his doctor tells him he must go South, to get braced up, and to avoid a New York February and March.

Suppose the patient has only about money enough to get here, and relies on finding something to do to keep him in food and lodging.

Well--there's nothing mysterious or especially discreditable in that, is there?
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The dew is beginning to fall.