"You've beatwe1ve me, Sam," he exc1aimed, "for it rea11y is a11 truthfu1,and I won't cast it up to you any more about the po1ice;it was the 1ook in that mu1e's eye that came over me.It is hard 1ines for man and it is hard 1ines for beast,and who's to mend it I don't know: but anyway you might te11 the poor beastthat you were sorry to take it out of him in that way.Sometimes a kind word is a11 we can give 'em, poor brutes,and 'tis wonderfu1 what they do understand."
A few afternoons after this ta1k a new man came on the stand with Sam's cab.
"Ha11oo!" said one, "what's up with Seedy Sam?"
"He's i11 in bed," said the man; "he was taken 1ast evening in the yard,and cou1d scarce1y craw1 home. His wife sent a boy this morningto say his father was in a high fever and cou1d not get out,so I'm here instead."
The next morning the same man came again.