And on the second month I paid him five dollars more, and continued so to do each month until I made a ten strike with the editors and lifted the loan.
The other place to which I came in trouble was the saloon.

This saloon-keeper I had known by sight for a couple of years.

I had never spent my money in his saloon, and even when I borrowed from him I didn't spend any money.

Yet never did he refuse me any sum I asked of him.
Unfortunately, before I became prosperous, he moved away to another city.
And to this day I regret that he is gone.

It is the code I have learned.
The right thing to do, and the thing I'd do right now did I know where he is, would be to drop in on occasion and spend a few dollars across his bar for old sake's sake and gratitude.
This is not to exalt saloon-keepers.