When I had almost forgotten that such a place as the Bankruptcy Court
existed, much less that I had ever owed any money, I received an
order to attend a first meeting of creditors at the Court. Of course
I attended promptly, but only one of my creditors appeared, and I
learned afterwards that he only came for the purpose of opposing
any hostile resolutions which might be proposed. There were none,
and he said nothing, in fact the whole proceedings were of the most
perfunctory nature and occupied less than a quarter of an hour. I saw
my old friend Mr Hardhat, who congratulated me upon the smooth way
in which my affairs were going. "Now," he said, "there's only the
public examination, and as soon as that is over you can apply for your
discharge." I thanked him, and paid him the very small sum in which he
said I was indebted to him, went away, and in another fortnight forgot
the shameful business again.
The thought, however, would continually arise in my mind, how very
different my position was now compared to what it had been a few days
ago. Then, while fighting most desperately against overwhelming odds
to pay my way and do my duty, I was being literally harassed to death;
now, having by a substantial payment, not to my creditors but to the
Government, obtained the right to declare my inability to pay anybody,
I was left in perfect peace, and even in my appointed meeting with
creditors no man of all those to whom I owed money came to say a word
against me. I was not at all inclined to question very closely the
means by which I had obtained deliverance from the morass in which I
had so long been floundering, but the reflections would continually
obtrude themselves, and I could only say with a sigh, as so many others
have said in a like case, that it was a topsy-turvy world.
Then came the day of my public examination, but it had no terrors for
me, for I knew that it could make no difference to me now, and besides
I rather welcomed the opportunity of saying something in public on my
own behalf. But I little thought that I was to have an object lesson in
the absurdity and injustice of our Bankruptcy laws that day which would
dwell in my mind as long as I lived. Yet it was so, and although I have
read of many more flagrant instances since they are only exaggerations
of this case, the principle is the same.
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