Martin Eden Ch 16 p157

Paul Stought

May 29

"And I'm broke—when I pay my board."	"And Ie'm broek—when Ie pae mie baurd."
"Jump it," Joe advised.	"Jump it," Joe udviezd.
"Can't. Owe it to my sister."	"Kan't. Oe it too mie sistur."
Joe whistled a long, perplexed whistle, and racked his brains to little purpose.	Joe wisuld u long, purpleksd whisul, and rakd hiz braenz too litul purpus.
"I've got the price of the drinks," he said desperately. "Come on, an' mebbe we'll cook up something."	"Ie'v got dhu pries uv dhu dringks," hy sed despurutly. "Kum on, an' meby wy'l kwk up sumthing."
Martin declined.	Mortun dikliend.
"Water-wagon?"	"Wotur wagun?"
This time Martin nodded, and Joe lamented, "Wish I was."	Dhis tiem Mortun nodud, and Joe lumentud, "Wish Ie wuz."
"But I somehow just can't," he said in extenuation. "After I've ben workin' like hell all week I just got to booze up. If I didn't, I'd cut my throat or burn up the premises. But I'm glad you're on the wagon. Stay with it."	"But Ie sumhou just kan't," hy sed in ekstenuaeshun. "Aftur Ie'v ben wurkin' liek hel aul wyk Ie just got too booz up. If Ie didn't, Ie'd kut mie throet aur burn up dhu premusuz. But Ie'm glad ue'r on dhu wagun. stae with it."
Martin knew of the enormous gulf between him and this man—the gulf the books had made; but he found no difficulty in crossing back over that gulf. He had lived all his life in the working-class world, and the camaraderie of labor was second nature with him. He solved the difficulty of transportation that was too much for the other's aching head. He would send his trunk up to Shelly Hot Springs on Joe's ticket. As for himself, there was his wheel. It was seventy miles, and he could ride it on Sunday and be ready for work Monday morning. In the meantime he would go home and pack up. There was no one to say good-by to. Ruth and her whole family were spending the long summer in the Sierras, at Lake Tahoe.	Mortun noo uv dhy inaurmus gulf bitwyn him and dhis man—dhu gulf dhu bwks had maed; but hy found noe difikulty in krosing bak oevur dhat gulf. Hy had livd aul hiz lief in dhu wurking-klas wuruld, and dhu komurodury uv laebur wuz sekund naechur with him. Hy saulvd dhu difikulty uv transpurtaeshun dhat wuz too much faur dhy udhur'z aeking hed. Hy wwd send hiz trungk up too Shely Hot Springz on Joe'z tikut. Az faur himself, dher wuz hiz whyl. It wuz sevunty mielz, and hy kwd ried it on sundae and by redy faur wurk mundae maurning. In dhu myntiem hy wwd goe hoem and pak up. Dher wuz noe wun too sae gwd-bie too. Rooth and hur hoel famuly wur spending dhu long sumur in dhu Syeruz, at Laek Tohoe.
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