The differences between them--the rags of the one and the well-brushed garments of the other, the fact that one skulked with his misery in dark alleys while the other bore his on the open highways--counted as nothing.

He and this outcast were bound together by the common need of those who find the struggle overwhelming.
Until that moment his own sufferings had absorbed him.

Now the throb of the world's pain came to him and sympathies long dormant began to stir.
"Straighten up and let me see your face," he said at last, intent on the tramp's abject misery.

"Out here where the full light can fall on it--that's right! Now tell me about yourself.

How long have you been like this ?" The man dragged himself to his feet.
"Ever since I lost my job." The question had calmed him.