A Good Night's Work
by Julius Spec Jr.
It is just ten years ago tonight. Perhaps it is that fact which makes it run in my head as it does. I can’t get it out. Those were not very pleasant days when I toiled along from eight in the morning till eight at night, and barely succeeded in making enough to keep body and soul together at that; but now that they are far in the dim distance, that I am better off and able to take a breathing spell now and then, I look back with affection to the days when I had a small life-insurance office at No.— Broadway, near Dey street. A few days ago I came upon the identical sign that told strangers that at room No. 6 in the basement of that building, I, Edward W. Morton, did a life-insurance business. The sign has been in the garret for nine years now, and looks old and dirty, but I well remembered the day when it was put up, and how proud and delighted with it.
It was on the 13th of October, 18—, that I made quite a bad day of it, and came back to the office about half-past five very… Read More