It cost him nothing in my case, for he never was able to pay me a penny as long as I was with him.

By the end of the first year he found he must make some economies.

The office rent was cheap, but it was not cheap enough.
He could not afford to pay rent of any kind, so he moved the whole plant into the house we lived in, and it cramped the dwelling-place cruelly.
He kept that paper alive during four years, but I have at this time no idea how he accomplished it.

Toward the end of each year he had to turn out and scrape and scratch for the fifty dollars of interest due Mr.
Johnson, and that fifty dollars was about the only cash he ever received or paid out, I suppose, while he was proprietor of that newspaper, except for ink and printing-paper.

The paper was a dead failure.