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Here the Irishman glanced at his hireling, and the rueful veteran hastened to pile up another wheelbarrow with earth. If ever we come to reverse positions generally with our Irish brethren, there is no doubt but they will get more work out of us than we do from them at present.

It was shortly after this that the veteran offered to do second girl’s work in my house if I would take him. The place was not vacant; and as the summer was now drawing to a close, and I feared to be left with him on my hands for the winter, it seemed well to speak to him upon the subject of economy. The next time he called, I had not about me the exact sum for a night’s lodging,–fifty cents, namely–and asked him if he thought a dollar would do He smiled sadly, as if he did not like jesting upon such a very serious subject, but said he allowed to work it out, and took it.

“Now, I hope you won’t think I am interfering with your affairs,” said his benefactor, “but I really think you are a very poor financier. According to your own account, you have been going on from year to year for a long time, trusting to luck for a night’s lodging. Sometimes I suppose you have to sleep out-of-doors.”

“No, never!” answered the veteran, with something like scorn. “I never sleep out-doors. I wouldn’t do it.”

“Well, at any rate, some one has to pay for your lodging. Don’t you think you’d come cheaper to your friends, if, instead of going to a hotel every night, you’d take a room somewhere, and pay for it by the month?”

“I’ve thought of that. If I could get a good bed, I’d try it awhile anyhow. You see the hotels have raised. I used to get a lodgin’ and a nice breakfast for a half a dollar, but now it is as much as you can do to get a lodgin’ for the money, and it’s just as dear in the Port as it is in the city. I’ve tried hotels pretty much everywhere, and one’s about as bad as another.”

If he had been a travelled Englishman writing a book, he could not have spoken of hotels with greater disdain.

“You see, the trouble with me is, I ain’t got any relations around here. Now,” he added, with the life and eagerness of an inspiration, “if I had a mother and sister livin’ down at the Port, say, I wouldn’t go hunting about for these mean little jobs everywheres. I’d just lay round home, and wait till something come up big. What I want is a home.”

At the instigation of a malignant spirit I asked the homeless orphan, “Why don’t you get married, then?”

He gave me another smile, sadder, fainter, sweeter than before, and said: “When would you like to see me again, so I could work out this dollar?”

A sudden and unreasonable disgust for the character which had given me so much entertainment succeeded to my past delight. I felt, moreover, that I had bought the right to use some frankness with the veteran, and I said to him: “Do you know now, I shouldn’t care if I never saw you again?”

I can only conjecture that he took the confidence in good part, for he did not appear again after that.