That was the only
way any one ever got any satisfaction or anything else out of him.
Judging from the goings on about the office in the two weeks I was
there, he must have been extensively in debt to all sorts of people
who were trying to collect. When, on my second deferred pay-day,
I met him on the stairs, propelled by his washerwoman, who brought
her basket down on his head with every step he took, calling upon
the populace (the stairs were outside the building) to witness just
punishment meted out to him for failing to pay for the washing of
his shirts, I rightly concluded that the city editor's claim stood
no show. I left him owing me two weeks' pay, but I freely forgive
him. I think I got my money's worth of experience. I did not
let grass grow under my feet as "city editor." Hunter's Point had
received for once a thorough raking over, and I my first lesson in
hunting the elusive item and, when found, making a note of it.
Except for a Newfoundland pup which some one had given me, I went
back over the river as poor as I had come. The dog proved rather a
doubtful possession as the days went by.
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