THE MAN IN THE WINDOW
I'm just blue, and I need something to eat. That's all." Just then the waiter brought a dish of hot soup, and Young began.
"Why, I feel better already!" he said to himself in amazement. "I must brace up. I'm all right! I'll find something to do yet. I'm having an interesting experience in the great city. I'll find something to do yet. I haven't a cent to my name now, but I'll find something to do yet." So he kept telling himself all through the six courses.
"Now I'm going to see what all the crowd are looking at in that window." He had spent a long time over his dinner, and now he was on his way up Broadway again. He drew nearer the window. "Well," he said to himself, "that fellow is putting his athletic shape to some practical use!"
There was a large, overhanging window on the second story. It reached all the way to the floor, and just inside of it, with incandescent lights arranged so as to shine upon his bare arms, was a young man of about Will's own age going through a series of exercises with pulley weights. It was
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