The Trials of the Soldier's Wife: A Tale of the Second American RevolutionAbrams, Alex. St. Clair (Alexander St. Clair)
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The Trials of the Soldier's Wife: A Tale of the Second American Revolution
Abrams, Alex. St. Clair (Alexander St. Clair)
Confederate States of America -- Fiction; United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
"Humph," said Mr. Elder. "This is singular. So I suppose," he
continued, addressing her, "you will say you have no money to pay your
month's rent in advance."
"I have not a dollar this day to buy bread," she answered.
A frown gathered on Mr. Elder's brow, as he remarked: "I suppose you
recollect the arrangement made between us when you first hired the
room from me."
"What arrangement was that?" she enquired in an absent manner.
"That on you failing to pay the rent, I should have the power to
resume possession of the room, without giving you notice to leave."
"I recollect," she said.
"Well, in accordance with our arrangements, I shall require that you
vacate the room to-day, as I can procure another tenant, who will be
able to pay the rent promptly."
"Do you mean that I must leave to-day," she asked.
"Yes," he replied, "I desire to have the room renovated at once."
"Where can I go to without money," she enquired, in a tone more like
as if she was addressing herself than speaking to him.
"I really cannot tell my good, woman," he answered, "I am sorry for
your position, but cannot afford to lose the rent of my room, I am
compelled to pay my taxes, and support myself by the money I receive
from rent."
"I cannot leave to-day," Mrs. Wentworth cried in a despairing tone. "I
cannot leave to-day. Oh, sir! look at my child lying on that wretched
bed, and tell me, if you can have the heart to turn me out, homeless,
friendless and alone."
"My good Woman," he answered. "I cannot help your misfortunes, nor can
I do anything to assist you. If you can pay the rent, I have no
objection to your remaining, but if you can not, I will be compelled
to get another tenant who will be able."
"Sir," she remarked, speaking slowly. "I am a woman with two children,
alone in this State. My husband and protector is now pining in a
Yankee prison, a sacrifice on the altar of his country. Let me ask you
as a man, and perhaps a father, to pause ere you turn a helpless woman
from the shelter of your property. You appear wealthy, and the sum
charged for the rent would make but little difference to you, if it
was never paid. Oh! do not eject us from this room. My child lies
there parched with fever, and to remove her may be fatal."
"There is no necessity for any appeals to me," he replied. "If I were
to give way to such extravagant requests in your case, I should be
necessitated to do so in others, and the result would be, that I
should find myself sheltering all my tenants, without receiving any
pay for house rent. The idea cannot be entertained for a moment."
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