Lehigh University
The Vault at PfaffsAn Archive of Art and Literature by the Bohemians of Antebellum New York
Previous Issue Next Issue
Previous Page Next Page
0 matches

Text for Page 025 [12-02-1858]

              17
thin boots and wet feet.   Returning met my Newport
acquaintance Helmsm�ller, and drank with him.   So
wearied in mind and body that I had to lie on bed and
read for the afternoon.      Eheu!            It appears
that 132 Bleecker Street has just escaped a social catas-
trophe.  Owing to the hard times, rooms being vacant,
Cahill�s debt and other matters, Mrs Pottter has been
in arrears for rent, agent and landlord calling time
after time.   A year ago or so, Patten lent her $100,
Mrs Gouverneur advancing the same.  The latter took inte-
rest for her money, besides tattling of the load to everybody,
spronging on her borrower whenever she and her brood came
to town, and finally putting Rawson in, to take it out
in board. �She should never get it� otherwise, as she told
me, again and again.       Old Patten took no interest, in
this and in other ways, amply repaying poor Mrs Potter�s
former kindness to himself and wife, before he got his
berth of harbor-master, when they had run up a very
heavy bill.        Well, last Saturday came a crisis.
The landlord would wait no longer, and proposed clearing
out Mrs Potter at once.       All her furniture (not of
the first quality, by the bye, from long usage) was already
mortgaged as deeply as possible.            She could apply
to nobody in the house to help her, save Patten, again.
He, to his honor did it.   The landlord is a personal
friend of his, and Patten went security.   If Mrs
Potter fails to meet her indebtedness, the Pattens� will
be muleted some $500 or more.          Our harbormaster               
  •  
Loading content ...