The American Claimant by Mark Twain
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"Patent applied for." "That will answer. What do you want for it?" "What will it retail for?" "Well, twenty-five cents, I should think." "What will you give for the exclusive right?" "I couldn't give twenty dollars, if I had to pay cash down; but I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll make it and market it, and pay you five cents royalty on each one." Washington sighed. Another dream disappeared; no money in the thing. So he said: "All right, take it at that. Draw me a paper." He went his way with the paper, and dropped the matter out of his mind dropped it out to make room for further attempts to think out the most promising way to invest his half of the reward, in case a partnership investment satisfactory to both beneficiaries could not be hit upon. He had not been very long at home when Sellers arrived sodden with grief and booming with glad excitement--working both these emotions successfully, sometimes separately, sometimes together. He fell on Hawkins's neck sobbing, and said: "Oh, mourn with me my friend, mourn for my desolate house: death has |
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