The House: An Episode in the Lives of Reuben Baker, Astronomer, and of His Wife, AliceField, Eugene
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The House: An Episode in the Lives of Reuben Baker, Astronomer, and of His Wife, Alice
Field, Eugene
Home ownership -- Fiction; Humorous stories
This was, indeed, a considerable sum of money! I began to understand
that, viewed from a purely business standpoint, my affliction might
become financially profitable. It even occurred to me that in case the
Wabash company paid promptly, and I got used to the tearing ebullitions
of the ivy poison, I might contrive to get a renewal of the malady at
the end of the first seven years. I wondered that, with this
opportunity of getting rich cum otio et cum dignitate, there were so
many poor people in the world; however, I mentally resolved not to
discover my shrewd plan to anybody else.
When I called upon neighbor Treese Smith I was prudent enough to let
him know that I probably had the worst case of ivy poisoning ever heard
of, and with more than common pride I exhibited to him my hands and
wrists in confirmation of my claims. Mr. Smith (whom you already know
as a man of tender feelings and broad sympathies) expressed himself as
being very sorry for me, and he asked me if I had tried certain
remedies, which he named.
As it was another kind of remedy I was after, I adroitly led the
conversation up to the proper point, and then I intimated that it would
not harrow up my feelings if I were tendered a payment on account of my
accident policy in the Wabash Mutual Internecine Association of
Indiana. I liked Smith, and I felt that I ought to be candid with him.
I told him that it was pretty generally agreed by the medical
profession that when a person once got a dose of poison ivy it remained
in his system for seven years, during which period it worked its
baleful offices off and on with varying malignance. I recognized the
fact that I had a valid claim on the Wabash company for fifty dollars a
week for seven years; that the total amount of money due or paid me by
said company at the end of the natural life of the ivy poison would be
a trifle over eighteen thousand dollars. I told Mr. Smith that I was
not disposed to take advantage of or to be too hard on the Wabash
company, and that, being naturally of a conservative disposition, I was
willing to compromise this matter for--say--well--ten thousand dollars,
and cancel the policy.
Mr. Smith answered me in the tone and with the manner of one who is
seeking to break bad news gradually and gently to another.
"It is painfully clear to me," said the kind, sympathetic man, "that
you have not read the conditions upon which your accident policy is
issued to you. I fear that when you come to examine it more carefully
you will learn that in this case you have no claims upon our
company--or, perhaps, I should say _the_ company, since I am merely its
agent and have nothing to do with the framing of its contracts."
"I have the instrument with me," said I, producing the policy. "I have
read it carefully and understand it fully. It is a simple, short,
straightforward document, and the type is so big and clear that even a
child could read it."
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