THE COUNTRY BOY 



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didn't have money to pay for what I had eaten 

 and the friendly way Bob stuck so close to me I 

 did not want to show any more enterprise, so I 

 had to work the next day in J. Wolfard Co.'s 

 shingle shed piling shingles to pay for a meal 



-^^ ., ^y: . 



that wasn't on the regular bill of fare. Old Bob 

 strangely spent the whole day with me, spryer 

 than he had been for years, and after that night 

 he seemed to pin his faith to me and whenever 

 I was downtown he was always with me when 

 I sat down. He always got right in front of 



