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It was "a paltry thing, wretchedly managed, no way entertaining, and yet was profitable to him." Franklin and Meredith resolved to start a competing sheet; but Keimer got wind of their plan, and at once "published proposals for printing one himself." He had got ahead of them, and they had to desist.
Benjamin's language showed that it was almost too much to ask him to return to Keimer's printing office; but Meredith persevered. "For my sake, I want you should decide to accept the proposition. Keimer has made an apology, so that you can return without compromising your manhood at all. It looks to me as if it were wiser to accept his proposal than to decline it."
Nor did Keimer dream that he was conversing with the father of the other printer whom he designed to deprive of his livelihood. All the while Benjamin stood and listened to their conversation, perceiving that Mr. Bradford was shrewdly learning Keimer's plans for his son's benefit. "Did you not know that man?" inquired Benjamin, after Bradford left, leaving him in the office.
"We all have to live and learn, and experience is our best schoolmaster," added Keimer. Keimer knew nothing of Benjamin's relation to Deborah Read, so that he spoke freely. The revelation was startling to Benjamin, and it set him to thinking. He concluded that Mrs.
I should think that you might wait a year, at least." "No, I can't wait longer, though I do not intend to stay long. I am attached to Philadelphia, and I shall want to return as soon as I can after letting my father and mother look me over a few days." "Has the governor of the Massachusetts Province sent for you?" Keimer asked jocosely.
Among other things, he said: "A young printer from Boston has settled there recently, who ranks high as a workman and as a talented young man." "Do you know his name?" inquired Captain Homes, startled by the revelation. "Benjamin Franklin." With an effort to conceal his surprise and interest, he asked: "For whom does he work?" "For Mr. Keimer, our new printer." "Are you acquainted with him?"
Franklin walked with him to a house on Water street, and there he found lodging for the night. And so ended his first day in Philadelphia. Franklin soon obtained work in a printing house owned by a man named Keimer. He found a boarding place in the house of Mr. Read, the father of the girl who had laughed at him with his three rolls.
Nor did Keimer dream that he was conversing with the father of the other printer, whom he designed to deprive of his livelihood. All the while Benjamin stood and listened to their conversation, perceiving that Bradford was shrewdly learning Keimer's plans for the benefit of his son. "You did not know that man, did you?" inquired Benjamin, after Bradford left.
There was an old damaged press, on which Franklin exercised his skill in repairing, and a small worn-out font of type. Keimer himself, who seems to have been a grotesque compound of knave and crank, was engaged at once in composing and setting up in type an elegy on the death of a prominent young man.
"I should die," said Keimer, "if I adopt such a diet; my constitution will not bear it." "Nonsense!" answered Benjamin. "You will be better than you are now. So much animal food is bad for any one." "What is there left to eat when meat is taken away?" inquired Keimer. "Little or nothing, I should think."
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