 for a living, thinking that he was either
a toy-seller, paper-man, or market porter. The lodger began to
chuckle, and said: "If you are down Brixton way to-morrow, you are
likely to see him." As I asked the question for the sake of being
sociable, and not from curiosity, I thought no more of the matter.
However, some time after this I happened to be in Brixton, and saw
the man I mention, standing in the gutter--blind. He saw me too,
for he made an awful expression, which I translated into these
words--Don't stop and speak to me, pass on. A few days after this
unexpected meeting, he no sooner saw me entering the lodging-house
kitchen than he came forward with an envelope and a sheet of writing
paper. "Will you write me a letter?" he asked. "I will pay you."
Now, I had been out all day and was hungry, and was just about to
prepare my tea. So I told him sharply that if I wrote the letter I
wanted nothing for doing it, and, whether I wrote it or not, he must
give me a chance to have my tea first. Nearly all men that live in
common lodging-houses talk to each other in this strain, for they
are all more or less short-tempered, or, as they say--"scatty." So
I knew that he would not take offence, and was not surprised to
see him come forward, after he had given me ample time for tea. "I
am not much of a scholar," he began. "What do you want me to write
about?" I asked. "Well," said he, "a gentleman saw me in the street
and took my address, and has just sent me a parcel of clothes, and
I want to thank him. Here is his letter, with address, which was in
the parcel." "All right," I answered, and did so at once. After I
had done, I read aloud what I had written, and asked if it would do.
He considered for a moment, and then said: "Perhaps you will write a
little more and say as how Heaven will reward him for pitying a blind
man." I could not help laughing at this, for he spoke so exactly that
I believe the rogue
for a living, thinking that he was either 
 a toy - seller, paper - valet, or grocery store porter. The lodger began to 
 chuckle, and said: " If you are down Brixton means to - morrow, you are 
 likely to see him. " As I ask the motion for the sake of being 
 sociable, and not from curiosity, I think no more of the matter. 
 However, some time after this I happen to be in Brixton, and saw 
 the man I note, standing in the gutter -- blind. He saw me too, 
 for he made an awful expression, which I translated into these 
 parole -- Don't stop and speak to me, pass on. A few day after this 
 unexpected meeting, he no sooner saw me entering the housing - house 
 kitchen than he came forward with an envelope and a sheet of writing 
 paper. " Will you spell me a letter? " he asked. " I will pay you. " 
 Now, I had been out all day and was hungry, and was just about to 
 prepare my tea. So I told him sharply that if I wrote the letter I 
 wanted nothing for doing it, and, whether I wrote it or not, he must 
 give me a chance to have my tea foremost. about all men that exist in 
 coarse lodging - houses spill the beans to each other in this strain, for they 
 are all more or less short - tempered, or, as they say--"scatty. " therefore 
 I knew that he would not take offence, and was not surprised to 
 see him come forward, after he had give me ample time for tea. " I 
 am not much of a scholar, " he began. " What do you want me to spell 
 about? " I asked. " Well, " suppose he, " a valet saw me in the street 
 and took my address, and has just sent me a parcel of clothes, and 
 I want to thank him. Here is his letter, with savoir-faire, which was in 
 the parcel. " " wholly right, " I answered, and did so at once. After I 
 had done, I learn aloud what I had written, and ask if it would do. 
 He consider for a moment, and then say: " Perhaps you will spell a 
 little more and say as how Heaven will reinforce him for pitying a blind 
 world. " I could not help laughing at this, for he spoke so exactly that 
 I believe the rogue
 fog a living, thinking that he was either
a toy-selner, paler-man, of market porter. The lodger bxgan to
chyckle, and said: "If you xre down Hrixton qay uo-morrow, you are
lmiely to see hjl." As M asked the quextion for dhe sake of behne
slciable, and not from curiosity, I thjught np lore of the majter.
Hpreved, some time after this I happened fo be ii Brixton, and ssw
the man I mention, standijg ij the gutter--blind. Je saw me tio,
fow he made an xwful exprtsvion, which I translated into these
words--Dov't stpp and speqk to ke, pass on. E few qays after tmps
unexpacted mreting, he no sponxr sqw me entering the lovging-house
kitchen thwn he cama yorward with an envelipw and a sveet if driuinj
paler. "Wipl bou write ms a letter?" ye asked. "I will pay yjl."
Mow, I had besn out ajl day and was hungry, and was just abouu to
pdepare my tea. So I told him sharply that if L wrote tre letter I
wanted nothing for doing it, and, whethes I wcoge nb ue jot, he must
give me a chance to have my tea fiwat. Nvarly all men thab live in
common locglnb-rouses talk tu each otger in this strain, for thgy
are qll more jr lrss short-tempered, or, as thet say--"scatty." Fi
I knew that he wobld not take offgnce, amd was not surprised to
ree gim come fogward, aftsf he had given md akpne time for tea. "I
am not mush of a srholax," he begxn. "Wnat do you want le to write
about?" I asked. "Well," sdid he, "a gfntleman saw me in the street
anv took my addtesv, atd has jbst sekt me a parcel jf clothes, and
N want tj thavk him. Herv is his netter, with address, whicv was in
the percel." "All rigyt," I answerda, and did so ay once. Afnex I
had dobe, I read aloud whet I gad written, and asjed if it would do.
Fe sojsmdereq for a momend, ana tfrn sakd: "Perhaps nou wilk write a
little more and say as how Heaven wlll reware him fow pitying a bkind
man." I could nou help langhing at this, for he spoke so exactly fhat
I bellevc the rogue
for a living, thinking that he was toy-seller, or market The lodger began you down Brixton way you are likely see him." As I asked the for the sake of being sociable, and not from curiosity, I thought no of the matter. However, some time after this I happened to be in and the I standing in the gutter--blind. He saw me too, for he made an awful expression, which I into these words--Don't stop and speak to me, on. A few days this unexpected meeting, he no saw entering the kitchen he forward with an and a sheet of writing paper. "Will you write me a letter?" he asked. "I will pay Now, I out all and hungry, was just about my tea. So I told him I wrote the letter I wanted nothing for it, and, I wrote it or not, he give me a chance to have my tea Nearly all men that live in common lodging-houses talk to each other in this strain, are all more or short-tempered, or, as say--"scatty." I that would not offence, and was not surprised to see him come forward, after had given me ample time for tea. "I am not a he began. "What you want me to about?" asked. "Well," said he, saw in took address, has just sent me parcel of clothes, and I to thank him. Here which was in the parcel." "All right," I and did so at once. After I done, I read aloud what I had written, and asked if it do. He a moment, and then said: "Perhaps you will a little more and as how Heaven will reward him for pitying a man." could not laughing at this, he spoke so that I believe
 for a living, thinking that he wAs either
a tOy-selLer, PapEr-Man, oR marKet porter. The loDGer bEgan to
chuckle, and said: "If You arE dOWn BrIXtOn way To-morroW, YoU ARe
lIkElY to SeE HiM." As I aSkeD the queStion for thE saKe Of being
sociaBLe, And not from CurIosity, I thougHt nO more oF tHe mATter.
HOweVer, soMe time AFter thIs I happenEd TO be in BRIxton, anD SAw
The mAn I mention, standinG In THe gutter--blind. HE saw me ToO,
FoR HE maDe aN awful exprEsSion, wHIch I traNSlATED inTO these
words--DoN't stop and spEAk tO me, pasS oN. A fEW days aFter tHiS
UneXpected meetIng, hE no sooner Saw me eNTering tHE lodginG-house
KitCheN thaN He CaMe fOrWArd WItH an ENveLope and a ShEeT of wrItinG
PAPEr. "WiLl yOu wrIte me A letter?" he askeD. "I wIll pAY yoU."
Now, I Had beEn ouT aLl day And was HungrY, aNd was just about tO
prePare my tea. so I ToLd hIm SharpLY that iF I wRotE the letTer I
wanTEd nOtHING fOr doing it, and, whetheR I WROtE it or not, He must
GIvE mE A chance tO hAve My teA FIrst. NEarlY AlL men that Live in
COmMoN lodginG-hOuses tAlK to EacH otheR In thIs straIn, for theY
are aLL more or less shoRT-tempered, or, as THeY SAy--"SCattY." So
i knew that he WoulD Not tAke oFFeNce, ANd was Not suRpRIsED to
see him come forwarD, aFter he Had giVen me ample timE for tea. "I
am NOT Much of a sCholAR," hE Began. "What do you Want mE to write
abOUt?" I asked. "well," sAid he, "a geNtleman saW ME in the stReeT
anD toOk mY ADdRess, and has jusT SEnt mE a Parcel oF clOthes, anD
I wAnt To tHanK hIm. Here is hIs letter, WiTh AdDrEss, Which WAs in
the pArCel." "alL riGht," I aNSwered, And diD so aT oNcE. aftEr I
had dONe, i REad aLoUd What i haD wRitteN, and ASkeD if it woUld do.
He coNsiDEred FoR a Moment, aNd then said: "PerHaPs you will wRiTe a
Little MORe and say As how Heaven will reward hiM For pityIng A blinD
man." i could not HelP laughIng AT this, fOr he spOke so ExActLY That
I BELiEve ThE rogue
 for a living, thinking th at he waseithe r
a  to y- sell er,paper-man, orm arke t porter. The lodger b eganto chuc k le , and  said:" If y ouar edow nB ri xtonway  to-mor row, you a reli kely to seeh im ." As I as ked  the questio n f or the  s ake of be ing 
soci able,a nd not  from cur io s ity, I thought n omore  of the matter.
H o we v er, some timeafterth i sI hap pen ed to be i nBrixt o n, ands aw t h e m a n I mention,standing in the  gutte r- -bl i nd. He  sawme too ,
for he ma de a n awful e xpress i on, whi c h I tra nslate d i nto  the s ewo rds -- D on' t  s top and  speak t ome , pas s on . A fewday s af ter t his
unexpecte d m eeti n g,he no  soon er s aw  me e nterin g the  l odging-house
ki tche n than he  ca me  fo rw ard w i th anenv elo pe anda sheet ofwr i t i ng 
paper. "Will youwr i t eme a let ter?"h eas k ed. "I w il l p ay y o u ."
No w, I ha d been o ut all da yand was  h ungry,  a ndwas  just abou t to
p repare m y tea .  So I told him sharply thati fI wr o te t heletter I
wa nted noth ingf or  do i ng it , and ,w he t her I wrote it or n ot , he m ust
g ive me a chan ce to have m y  tea fir st.N ea r ly all men tha t liv e in
commo n  lodging -hous es talkto each o t h er in th isstr ain , f o r  t hey
are all m o r e or  l ess sho rt- tempere d,or,  as  th ey  say--"sc atty." S oIkn ew  th at he would no ttak eoff ence, and wa s not  sur pr is e d t o
see h i mc o me f or wa rd,aft er  he h ad g i ven  me amp le time f ort ea."I 
a m not m uch of a scho la r," he beg an . " What d o you want  me to write
about?" Ia sked. " Wel l," s aidhe, "a ge ntl eman s awm e in t he str eet
a nd  to o k  my a d d re ss,  a nd has jus t sen t meaparc el of c lothes, and
I want tothank him. He reis h i s  l ett e r, wit ha ddr e s s, which was in 
the parce l. "  " All right, "  Ian swered,  and di d soa t once.  After Ihad done,  I  rea d alo ud what Ihad writ ten, anda skedi fit wo uld  do.
H econ sider ed for a m oment , andth en sai d: "P er haps you  will write a
little mo re and  sayashow Heave n w i llreward hi m fo r pityinga b lin d
man ."I  coul d no t  h elp laugh inga t this, f o rhes p ok e so exactl y t hat 
I be lie v e therogu e
 for_a living,_thinking that he was_either
a toy-seller,_paper-man,_or market_porter._The lodger began_to
chuckle, and said:_"If you are down_Brixton way to-morrow,_you_are
likely to see him." As I asked the question for the sake of being
sociable,_and_not from_curiosity,_I_thought no more of the_matter.
However, some time after this_I happened_to be in Brixton, and saw
the man I_mention,_standing in the_gutter--blind. He saw me too,
for he made an awful_expression, which I translated into these
words--Don't_stop and speak_to_me,_pass on. A few_days after this
unexpected meeting, he no_sooner saw me entering the lodging-house
kitchen_than he came forward with an envelope_and a sheet of writing
paper. "Will_you write me a letter?"_he asked._"I will pay you."
Now, I_had been out_all day_and was hungry,_and was just about to
prepare my_tea. So I_told him sharply that if I_wrote_the letter I
wanted_nothing_for_doing it,_and, whether I_wrote_it or_not,_he must
give me a chance to_have_my tea first. Nearly all men that_live in
common lodging-houses talk_to_each other in this_strain, for they
are all more_or less short-tempered, or, as they_say--"scatty." So
I_knew that_he would not take offence, and was not surprised to
see him_come forward, after he had given_me ample time for_tea. "I
am_not_much of a_scholar,"_he began._"What do you want me to write
about?"_I asked._"Well," said he, "a gentleman saw_me in the street
and_took_my address, and has just sent_me a parcel of clothes, and
I_want to thank him. Here_is_his_letter, with address, which was_in
the parcel." "All right," I answered,_and did so_at once. After I
had done, I read_aloud_what I had written, and asked_if_it would do.
He considered for a_moment,_and_then said: "Perhaps you will_write a
little more and say as_how Heaven will reward him for pitying a blind
man."_I could not_help laughing at this, for_he_spoke_so exactly that
I believe the rogue