May 19th. I applied for a position as office-boy to-day--I was desperate. I have not enough to last me through a week, if I pay the woman anything. But they said I was too old. My feet are most horribly sore. I can hardly walk. And I have the strangest ringing in my head. I could not eat any supper--and the milk won't keep in this warm weather, either. * * * * * May 22d. The day before yesterday, when I woke up in the morning, I could hardly stand. My head was on fire, and I do not think I have ever been so sick before. I got around to a drug-store--the man said he would give me some powders; he said they were forty cents, but I dared not pay it. He gave them to me for a quarter. He said I should have a tonic, but I haven't had it. I was too ill to move all day yesterday. I am better to-day, but still I daren't go out. I have only eighty-five cents left. * * * * * I must manage to get out and get some work to-morrow, or I shall go mad. * * * * * I had a scene with that horrible creature yesterday. It was the second week--she thought I was shamming, I know. She said she never allowed her “roomers” to get behindhand--it was her invariable rule. O God, I was so sick I could scarcely see--I did not care what she did. I told her that I had no money; that I was waiting to get some work; that I would pay her the first moment I could. “Why don't you keep work when you get it?” she demanded. “You have been idle nearly all the whole time you've been here.” I could not argue with her; she can turn me out when she likes. * * * * * May 24th. I dragged myself out to-day. I feel better except for the blisters on my feet. But nothing to do! Nothing to do! Oh, I am half mad. I thought to-day I would call upon some of my relatives. But I bit my lips together--no, I will not ever do that! * * * * * It is the ghastly heat that kills me. Yesterday was almost stifling, I thought I could not bear it. I never knew it to be so hot so early. * * * * * May 26th. I have got but thirty-five cents, and to-day I was so tired I had to rest for two hours nevertheless. Oh, merciful heavens, but this is fiery torture! * * * * * It is half a week again. I know she will not let me stay another week. I did a strange thing--I wrapped up all my papers and carried them out under my coat. She can keep everything else I have, but my papers are mine. I took them to the grocery-store where I buy things and asked the man to keep them for me. * * * * * May 27th. What does a man do when he wants to work and can't find anything? Does he really starve? Or does he get locked up? Or what? I said to-day: I will eat nothing but bread and oatmeal till I get something to do. * * * * * May 29th.