Timothy Crump's Ward - A Story of American Life by Horatio Alger
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"And how comfortable you're looking too, eh! It makes an old bachelor, like me, feel lonesome when he contrasts his own solitary room with such a scene of comfort as this. You've got a comfortable home, and dog-cheap, too. All my other tenants are grumbling to think you don't have to pay any more for such superior accommodations. I've about made up my mind that I must ask you twenty-five dollars a quarter, hereafter." All this was said very pleasantly, but the pill was none the less bitter. "It seems to me, Mr. Colman," remarked the cooper soberly, "you have chosen rather a singular time for raising the rent." "Why singular, my good sir?" inquired the landlord, urbanely. "You know of course, that this is a time of general business depression; my own trade in particular has suffered greatly. For a month past, I have not been able to find any work." Colman's face lost something of its graciousness. "And I fear I sha'n't be able to pay my quarter's rent to-morrow." "Indeed!" said the landlord coldly. "Perhaps you can make it up within two or three dollars?" "I can't pay a dollar towards it," said the cooper. "It's the first time, in five years that I've lived here, that this thing has |
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