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Book, page 101 / 105 I told him that I was Doctor Blank; that I lived in Rensselaer county on a small place of my own; I raised fruit and vegetables for market; I cured cancers, dropsy, and other diseases when I could; sold medicines readily almost where I would; and was in Albany once or twice a week. "Measure and cut off the carpet," said he to the clerk who was following us, "and put it in the Doctor's wagon" The bill was about a hundred dollars, and I drove home with the carpet. It was nearly six weeks afterwards when I went into the store again, and greeted the proprietor. He had seen me but once before and had totally forgotten me. I told him I was Doctor Blank, small farmer and large medical practitioner of Rensselaer County. "The devil you are! Why, you're the man that bought a carpet of me a few weeks ago; I was wondering what had become of you." "I'm the man, and I must tell you that the carpet doesn't look well; but never mind-here's a hundred dollars, and I want you to receipt the bill." "Now," said I, when he returned the bill to me receipted, "the carpet looks firstrate; I never saw a handsomer one in my life." "Well, you are an odd chap, any how," said the carpet-dealer, laughing, and shaking me by the hand. Almost from that moment we were more than mere acquaintances, we were fast friends. In the course of the long conversation that followed, I told him of my trouble with the hardware man-how I had sold him the recipe; that he had failed, from ignorance to conduct the business properly, and had sued me for damages. "I know the man," said my new friend; "let him go ahead and sue and be-benefited, if he can; meanwhile, do you keep easy; I'll stand by you." And stand by me he did through thick and thin. The hardware man sued me no less than nineteen times, and for pretty much
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