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��He has left harbor for the first time. All before him is uncertain : all about him strange. He reaches the city ; friends are there at the station to wel- come this and that one of his fellow- travelers. He knows no one. No one cares for his coming. No one ? Yes, there is a young man scanning closely the faces which pass. Suddenly his
��grand ! " Here, too, is the electric light, but not baneful this, no wrecker's false gleam, but like the light upon the pier, showing safe entrance and anchor- age. "This is our secretary. Mr. D.,
this is John ." "Glad to see
you. Had you a pleasant journey? What can we do for you ? You want a boarding-place ! Well, here is the
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�� ����eye encounters our traveler, and at once the question : " Are you John
? 'T is well. I am from the
Association. We are expecting you." Together they go to the building, and, even before reaching it, our stranger is not quite a stranger. One man at least is interested in him. "This is the building." "What, this fine place ready to welcome me? Why, this is
��book. What can you pay ? Very well, Mrs. B. has a vacancy and it is just the place you want. I will send some one with you there. Your recommendation was such that we have found a situation for you, and they will be ready to see you to-morrow. We have an entertain- ment this evening, and I shall be glad to introduce you to several young men." Imagine, if you can, what such an intro-
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