THE BEETLE
1897
BY RICHARD MARSH
THE BEETLE – BOOK 1. THE HOUSE WITH THE OPEN WINDOW – Outside “No room! —Full up!”
He banged the door in my face.
That was the final blow.
To have tramped about all day looking for work; to have begged even for a job which would give me money enough to buy a little food; and to have tramped and to have begged in vain—that was bad. But, sick at heart, depressed in mind and in body, exhausted by hunger and fatigue, to have been compelled to pocket any little pride I might have left, and solicit, as the penniless…
