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Nor
did
he
know
that
the
Transcontinental
was
the
sole
livelihood
of
the
editor
and
the
business
manager
,
and
that
they
could
wring
their
livelihood
out
of
it
only
by
moving
to
escape
paying
rent
and
by
never
paying
any
bill
they
could
evade
.
Nor
could
he
have
guessed
that
the
particular
five
dollars
that
belonged
to
him
had
been
appropriated
by
the
business
manager
for
the
painting
of
his
house
in
Alameda
,
which
painting
he
performed
himself
,
on
week
-
day
afternoons
,
because
he
could
not
afford
to
pay
union
wages
and
because
the
first
scab
he
had
employed
had
had
a
ladder
jerked
out
from
under
him
and
been
sent
to
the
hospital
with
a
broken
collar
-
bone
.
The
ten
dollars
for
which
Martin
had
sold
"
Treasure
Hunters
"
to
the
Chicago
newspaper
did
not
come
to
hand
.
The
article
had
been
published
,
as
he
had
ascertained
at
the
file
in
the
Central
Reading
-
room
,
but
no
word
could
he
get
from
the
editor
.
His
letters
were
ignored
.
To
satisfy
himself
that
they
had
been
received
,
he
registered
several
of
them
.
It
was
nothing
less
than
robbery
,
he
concluded
—
a
cold
-
blooded
steal
;
while
he
starved
,
he
was
pilfered
of
his
merchandise
,
of
his
goods
,
the
sale
of
which
was
the
sole
way
of
getting
bread
to
eat
.
Youth
and
Age
was
a
weekly
,
and
it
had
published
two
-
thirds
of
his
twenty
-
one
-
thousand
-
word
serial
when
it
went
out
of
business
.
With
it
went
all
hopes
of
getting
his
sixteen
dollars
.
To
cap
the
situation
,
"
The
Pot
,
"
which
he
looked
upon
as
one
of
the
best
things
he
had
written
,
was
lost
to
him
.
In
despair
,
casting
about
frantically
among
the
magazines
,
he
had
sent
it
to
The
Billow
,
a
society
weekly
in
San
Francisco
.
His
chief
reason
for
submitting
it
to
that
publication
was
that
,
having
only
to
travel
across
the
bay
from
Oakland
,
a
quick
decision
could
be
reached
.
Two
weeks
later
he
was
overjoyed
to
see
,
in
the
latest
number
on
the
news
-
stand
,
his
story
printed
in
full
,
illustrated
,
and
in
the
place
of
honor
.
He
went
home
with
leaping
pulse
,
wondering
how
much
they
would
pay
him
for
one
of
the
best
things
he
had
done
.
Also
,
the
celerity
with
which
it
had
been
accepted
and
published
was
a
pleasant
thought
to
him
.
That
the
editor
had
not
informed
him
of
the
acceptance
made
the
surprise
more
complete
.
After
waiting
a
week
,
two
weeks
,
and
half
a
week
longer
,
desperation
conquered
diffidence
,
and
he
wrote
to
the
editor
of
The
Billow
,
suggesting
that
possibly
through
some
negligence
of
the
business
manager
his
little
account
had
been
overlooked
.
Even
if
it
isn
’
t
more
than
five
dollars
,
Martin
thought
to
himself
,
it
will
buy
enough
beans
and
pea
-
soup
to
enable
me
to
write
half
a
dozen
like
it
,
and
possibly
as
good
.
Back
came
a
cool
letter
from
the
editor
that
at
least
elicited
Martin
’
s
admiration
.
"
We
thank
you
,
"
it
ran
,
"
for
your
excellent
contribution
.
All
of
us
in
the
office
enjoyed
it
immensely
,
and
,
as
you
see
,
it
was
given
the
place
of
honor
and
immediate
publication
.
We
earnestly
hope
that
you
liked
the
illustrations
.
"
On
rereading
your
letter
it
seems
to
us
that
you
are
laboring
under
the
misapprehension
that
we
pay
for
unsolicited
manuscripts
.
This
is
not
our
custom
,
and
of
course
yours
was
unsolicited
.
We
assumed
,
naturally
,
when
we
received
your
story
,
that
you
understood
the
situation
.
We
can
only
deeply
regret
this
unfortunate
misunderstanding
,
and
assure
you
of
our
unfailing
regard
.
Again
,
thanking
you
for
your
kind
contribution
,
and
hoping
to
receive
more
from
you
in
the
near
future
,
we
remain
,
etc
.
"
There
was
also
a
postscript
to
the
effect
that
though
The
Billow
carried
no
free
-
list
,
it
took
great
pleasure
in
sending
him
a
complimentary
subscription
for
the
ensuing
year
.
