"Well, he's a Russian dummy," said the boy.
"He is what?" I asked.
"He just landed from Russia three months ago, and he knows very little
about the English language. He doesn't have the slightest idea what I
have been talking to you about all this time. Night after night, not
having any bed to sleep in, he has 'flopped' in the park or 'carried
the banner' until morning."
"So you brought him out with you?"
"Yes; I didn't know whether you would take us in or not. I thought I
would take him along on the theory that the ground in Jersey is no
harder to sleep on than it is in New York State. If you have to turn us
away we will not be any worse off than we have been."
"We will make room somehow for you and your friend," I told him.
So Jean--Little Jean, the boys called him--went through a pantomime
for the enlightenment of the Russian youth whose name was also Jean.
Finally the larger boy understood that I had given them permission to
remain, for he turned to me and said simply: "Nice," and then he bowed
gracefully. Little Jean was right--Big Jean was good looking.
"I wish I was big and strong like him," said Little Jean, admiringly....
* * * * *
... The weeks pass quickly when one has his work to do, and the two
Jeans grew to know the Colony. Big Jean spent his spare hours studying
English and talking with the other boys. Little Jean made friends with
the chickens, the pigs, the cow and the horse, while Boozer--the Colony
dog--and he were inseparable chums.
"Boozer," Little Jean told me, "knows the heart of outcast boys and
men. He meets the new arrivals at the gate and escorts them to the
house. He may challenge the lawless approach of the rich man in his
auto, and warn the household of possible danger impending, but the most
unkempt 'knight of the road' will find Boozer quick to make friends
with him."
Big Jean--with his pleasing bow--looked after the guests who visited
the Tea Room, for he learned to speak English rapidly. The report of
his courteous service came to the ears of a wide awake Jap who needed
him to help him in his hotel. So one day he sent for the Russian lad.
At the start the pay was to be twenty dollars a month, with room, board
and extra tips.
"You need me in your Tea Room, Mr. Floyd," he said, "I am willing to
stay."
"No, Jean, you must take the position and prove to me and to yourself
that you can make good."
That night he wrote to his aged mother in Russia that there were
wonderful opportunities for young men in America.
When he had gone I hunted to find Little Jean. I found him out on the
lawn with his chum, Boozer. He did not see me as I approached, but as
I looked at him the thought came to me that he had suddenly grown old,
and there was the anxious look upon his face--the same that I had seen
when he had talked to me the first time.
"Boozer," I heard him say, "it's all right; I am a coward, I'm beaten
and I know it, but I'm glad Big Jean got the job--honestly, Boozer, I
am--you see it isn't all my fault--he's so damned good looking."
Boozer put his face close to that of Little Jean and held out his paw
to the discouraged boy. You see when you live your life at the Self
Masters you sense the inner thought of broken men. Boozer--who knows
no other life--understands the heart of the discouraged. I did not
interrupt the two friends, but turned back to the house.
* * * * *
"What can you ever do to help poor Little Jean?" a visitor asked me.
"There seems to be no position in the world for him. What can you do
for him?"
"I don't see much chance," I replied, distrusting for the moment that
Divine Guidance that never fails.
It was only two days after Big Jean had left us that a kindly old lady
called at the Colony. She wanted a boy who would take good care of her
horses, and drive her and her husband back and forth from her home to
the railway station. "I want a boy who loves animals," she said.
So Little Jean has his place in the world--like you and I if we can
only find it....
* * * * *
... Xmas Day Big Jean brought four big pies which he had cooked
especially for the Self Masters' dinner.
And Little Jean brought his Xmas present--all neatly tied up in a box
bedecked with pink ribbons--a pound of meat for Boozer.
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[Illustration: Self Master Print.