Stories by American Authors, Volume 6 by Various
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never thought of it till you asked me when I was goin' to begin to pay
him up." "And you ought to," said Susan. "He has a right to the money--and then you don't want to be under obligations to that man all your life. Now, what you want to do is to cheer up and go around among folks. Why, now, you're the only fish-buyer there is that the men don't watch when he's weighin' their fish. You'll own up to that, for one thing, won't you?" "Well, they are good fellows that bring fish to me," he said. "They weren't good fellows when they traded at the great wharf," said Susan. "They had a quarrel down there once a week, reg'larly." "Well, suppose they do trust me in that," said Eph. "I can never rub out that I've been in State's-prison." "You don't want to rub it out. You can't rub anything out that's ever been; but you can do better than rub it out." "What do you mean?" "Take things just the way they are," said Susan, "and show what can be done. Perhaps you'll stake a new channel out, for others to follow in that haven't half so much chance as you have. And that's what you will do, too," she added. "Susan!" he said, "if there's anything I can ever do, in this world or the next, for you or your folks, that's all I ask for, the chance to do it. Your folks and you shall never want for anything while I'm alive. |
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