It was tough luck for a day or two until I caught on to a lumber yard job.

I 've been working now for a couple of weeks.

Nice record, is n't it ?" Her parted lips trembled, but those questioning brown eyes never deserted my face.
"It is not as bad as I feared, if--if you have told me all." "I have confessed the worst anyhow.

I 'm a rough, I suppose, and a bum, but I 'm not a criminal." "Why were you at that house?
and so afraid of the police ?" "Well, that is a long story," I replied hesitatingly.

"I had been talking with some men inside, who had offered me work, and good pay.
There was a reason why I did not wish to be seen coming out at that hour." "Not--not anything criminal ?" "No; I 've confessed to being a good-for-nothing, but I 'm clear of crime." She drew a long breath of relief.
"I do not quite believe," she said firmly.