CHAPTER XV.
THE STRANGE WORLD.
One night Harlson, with a great appetite, as usual,--for he had not eaten since his scant breakfast,--went out to get his supper.

It was not dinner, for he never, at that time, dined.

He had in his pocket twenty cents.

The next day he would get his usual weekly stipend.

He would spend fifteen cents, he thought, upon his supper, then return to the office to sleep, and would have five cents remaining for the morning meal.