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In new york, there is a very old hotel. You should have seen its woodcut in a magazine. When it was built-let me think-at that time, the area north of 14th Avenue was still desolate, and there was only one ancient Indian trail leading to the offices in Boston and Hammerstein. This old hotel will be demolished soon. When the solid wall collapses and the bricks fall with the chute and make a loud noise, crowds of citizens will gather at the nearest street corner and cry for the destruction of this ancient and precious landmark. New Baghdad people have the strongest sense of civic pride; Among these people protesting against the destruction of landmarks, the one who cried the most and shouted the most would be such a person (he was born in Treehot). His sweet memory of this old hotel is limited to 1873, when he was kicked out of the counter for free lunch.

Maggie. Mrs. Brown always stays in this hotel. Mrs. Brown, who is in her sixties, is skinny, wearing faded black clothes and carrying a handbag. This bag of leather obviously comes from an animal named crocodile by Adam. She has been living in a small bedroom on the top floor of the hotel, and the rent is two yuan a day. When she lived there, many men came to see her every day. They are all thin-faced and anxious, as if they can only spare a few seconds. It is said that Maggie? Brown is the third richest woman in the world; These anxious gentlemen are the richest brokers and businessmen in this city, trying to get millions of loans from this dirty old woman with an old handbag.

Ida? Miss Bates is at the Indianapolis Hotel in Aguero (Ah! Why should I say the name of the hotel! ) stenographers and typists. She is as beautiful as a character in ancient Greek literature. Her beauty is flawless. An old-timer praised a young lady like this: "loving her is equivalent to receiving a humanistic education." Really, even just looking at Miss Bates' black hair and neat white shirt dress is equivalent to completing a complete course in any correspondence school in this country. Sometimes she helps me type, and because she refuses to accept money in advance, she seems to gradually regard me as a friend and protector. She is naturally good-natured and always amiable; As long as she is present, even lead and white salesmen or fur importers dare not do anything wrong. All employees of Arquero Indianapolis, from the boss who lives in Vienna to the head of a porter who has been ill in bed for 16 years, are willing to stand up and protect her at any time.

One day, I passed by Miss Bates' small and sacred Remington typewriter and saw something with black hair in her position-it must be a person-tapping the keyboard with her index finger. I walked away, thinking that things are really changeable. I went on holiday the next day and stayed outside for two weeks. When I came back, I strolled through the lobby of Indianapolis and saw Miss Bates covering her typewriter. She is still so noble, elegant, amiable and flawless, and her face is slightly red, as if recalling the good old days. It's time to stop business; But she let me sit in the dictation chair for a few minutes. Miss Bates explained why she left the Indianapolis Hotel in Arquero and then came back. The following are almost all her exact words:

"By the way, friend, how is your novel?"

"Just the same," I said. "As much as you send and return."

"Sorry," she said. "For a novel, the quality of printing is very important. Do you miss me? "

"No one," I said. "No one I know can fasten the belt buckle, space the semicolons properly, take care of the guests satisfactorily and pin the hairpins beautifully like you. But you also left. I saw a packet of mint-flavored digestive drugs in your place the other day. "

"I was just about to tell you everything," said Miss Bates, "if you hadn't interrupted me.

"You must know Maggie, right? Brown; She sometimes lives here. Besides, she is worth $40 million. In Jersey, she lives in a ten-dollar apartment. She always has a lot of cash on hand, even more than half a dozen businessmen running for vice president. I don't know if she put all the cash in her stockings; But I know she is very popular in downtown, where people are money worshippers.

"One day about two weeks ago, Mrs Brown stopped at the door and looked me up and down for ten minutes. I sat beside her and helped a kind old man from Tonopa copy some plans of copper mine. But I can always see everything around me. When I work hard, I can see it through the side comb; I will leave a button at the back of my shirt so that I can see who is behind me. To earn eighteen to twenty dollars a week, I have no time to look around, and I don't have to look around.

"That night after work, she sent someone to call me to her room to find her. It is estimated that about 2,000 words of IOUs, mortgages and contracts will be printed, with only a dime tip; But I went anyway. Really, my friend, I was really taken aback. Old Maggie? Brown has become reasonable.

"Son," she said, "you are the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my life. I want you to quit your job and come and live with me. "I don't have any relatives," she said, "except a husband and one or two sons, but I have nothing to do with them. Their life is too luxurious, and I, a hard-working woman, can't afford to support them. I want you to be my daughter. They say I'm stingy, and the newspaper also rumors that I do my own laundry and cooking. "This is purely a rumor," she continued. "Except handkerchiefs, socks, petticoats and collars and other light things, almost all my clothes have been sent to the laundry. I have $40 million in cash, stocks and bonds, which sell as well as shares of Mobil Oil Company and are very popular in church fairs. I'm a lonely old woman who needs company. You are the most beautiful person I have ever met. She said, "Would you like to come and live with me?" I want them to see if I can spend money. She said.

"Well, my friend, what would you do? Of course, I accepted. Besides, to be honest, I'm beginning to like old Maggie. Not just because of 40 million dollars and everything she did for me. I am a little lonely in this world, too. Everyone should have someone who can listen to him, talk about the pain in his left shoulder, and talk about how patent leather shoes are worn out after splitting. You can't talk about such things with the men you met in the hotel-they are looking for such loopholes.

"So I gave up my hotel job and went to live with Mrs. Brown. Obviously, I seem to have a magic power over her. Whenever I sit idle and read books or magazines, she will stare at me for half an hour.

"I once asked her,' Mrs. Brown, do I remind you of your dead childhood relatives or friends? I find you looking at me intently from time to time.

"'Your face,' she said,' looks like a close friend of mine-the best friend of my life. "But I like you because of yourself, son," she said.

"Friend, guess what she did? She is generous, just like the waves when surfing Coney Island. She took me to a first-class tailor and placed an order for her, all for me-I don't care how much it costs. Moreover, they were urgent orders, so the tailor's wife had to lock the shop door and take all the employees to work overtime.

"Then we moved to-guess where? No, guess again. Yes, the Bunton Hotel. We live in a suite with six rooms; One hundred dollars a day. I saw the bill. I am beginning to fall in love with that old woman.

"Then, my friend, my clothes began to arrive-oh, I don't want to tell you about clothes! You don't understand. I started calling her Aunt Maggie. You must have read the story of Cinderella. Alas, what I say to myself every day is much happier than what Cinderella said when the prince put those three and a half yards of A-glass shoes on her feet.

"Then Aunt Maggie said that she would hold a banquet for me at the Bunton Hotel to celebrate my formal entry into society. All the famous Dutch families on Fifth Avenue will drive there.

"'I have stepped into society, Aunt Maggie,' I said,' but I can step into society again. "But you know," I said, "this is one of the most upscale hotels in this city. And you know-please forgive me for saying this-if you are not an old hand in this field, it is difficult to gather a group of celebrities. "

"'Don't worry, son.' Aunt Maggie said, "I'm not inviting, I'm giving orders." . The fifty guests I want to invite generally don't appear at any banquet at the same time, unless King Edward or William? Travers. Jerome invited them in an email. Of course, they either owe me money or intend to borrow money from me. Some of their wives won't come, but many will. '

"I really hope you also attended the party. All tableware is made of pure gold and carved glass. Besides Aunt Maggie and me, there were about forty male guests and eight ladies present. You will never know the third richest woman in the world again. She is wearing a brand-new black silk dress studded with pearls. I spent one night with the girl who lived in the studio on the top floor, and she walked around like hail.

"And my skirt! Well, my friend, I really don't want to waste my breath. You don't understand. Lace is handmade-where there is lace, there is it-and this dress is worth $300. I've seen the bill. Those people are either bald or have gray beards. They talked about securities with an annual interest rate of 3%, Brian and cotton harvest, and they were full of wit.

"The one on my left speaks like a banker, and the young man on my right claims to be a newspaper painter. He's the only one.-Oh, I was just about to tell you.

"After the party, Mrs Brown and I went back to the suite upstairs. A large group of reporters were crowded in the corridor, so we had to push through the crowd. This is a manifestation of the power of money. By the way, do you know a newspaper painter named Lathrop? He is tall and has beautiful eyes, so he is comfortable to talk to. Yes, I don't remember which newspaper he works for. Oh, that's all right.

"As soon as we went upstairs, Mrs. Brown called the bill immediately. Here comes the bill. It's 600 dollars. I saw the bill. Aunt Maggie passed out. I put her on the sofa and took off her beadwork.

"'son,' she regained consciousness and said,' what is this bill? Is it the rent increase or the income tax bill?

"'This is just the bill for this little party,' I said. There's nothing to worry about-it's worse than a drop of water in a speculative firm. "Sit up and have a look-not all bills are notices of deprivation of property."

"But, alas, my friend, do you know Aunt Maggie's reaction? Her hands and feet are cold with fear! At nine o'clock the next morning, she urged me to leave the Bunton Hotel. We went to a boarding house in the south of West End of London. The room she rented has a leaking floor and a light roof. After we moved in, all we could see in the room was high-end new clothes worth about 1500 dollars and a single burner gas stove.

"Aunt Maggie seems to have been hit on the head and become stingy again. I think everyone will experience a consumption frenzy in his life. Men will spend money to drink spirits, and women will buy clothes crazily. But if there is 40 million dollars-for example, I want a photo-but speaking of photos, have you seen a newspaper painter named Lathrop-a tall man-Oh, I asked you before, right? He was very friendly to me at that banquet. I like his voice very much. I think he must think that I will inherit part of Aunt Maggie's property.

"Well, my friend, I've had enough of that kind of light housework for three days. Aunt Maggie likes me as always. She hardly lets me out of her sight. But let me tell you something. She is just a cheapskate from stingy village in stingy town. 75 cents a day is her limit. We cook in our own room. I, dressed in fashionable clothes of 1000 yuan, performed unique skills on a single-range gas stove.

"Like I said, I flew out of the cage on the third day. I can't stand it: I'm stewing a 15-cent kidney, but I'm wearing a 150-dollar home suit with Vallancien lace sewn on it. So I went into the dressing room and put on the cheapest dress Mrs. Brown bought me-the one I'm wearing now-and spent 75 dollars, which was not bad, was it? I put all my clothes in my sister's apartment in Brooklyn.

"Mrs. Brown, my former menstruation Maggie," I said to her, "I will spread my feet and go out in this direction so as to leave this room in the shortest possible time. "I'm not a money worshipper," I said, "but there are some things I can't stand. I can stand the terrible monsters in the book, and I can kill the warm birds and the cold bottles at one breath. But I can't tolerate an anticlimactic person. I said,' They say you have 40 million dollars-well, you won't lose a penny. I'm starting to like you. I said. "Well, my former aunt Maggie began to complain and finally shed tears. She proposed to move into a luxurious room with a double burner gas stove and running water.

"'I spend too much money, son.' She said,' We have to be careful for a while. "You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen," she said. I don't want you to leave me. '

"Well, you know what's going on, right? I went straight to the Indianapolis hotel in Arquero to get my job back, and they agreed. What about your job? I returned a few articles because I didn't type for you. I know that. Are all these articles illustrated? Also, by the way, do you know a newspaper painter-oh, stop it! It occurred to me that I had already asked you. I wonder which newspaper he works for. I know it's ridiculous, but I still can't help thinking, I hope it's not for the money; But he probably thinks I should leave old Maggie. Brown got some property. If only I knew a few newspaper editors, then I would-"

Light footsteps came from the door. Ida? Bates can tell who it is with the comb in the back of her head. I saw her become a perfect crimson statue-a miracle that only Pygmalion should experience except me.

"May I go first?" She said to me-she looked so lovely, "This is-this is Mr. Lathrop. I doubt whether he really didn't do it for the money-I doubt that he has a little-"

Of course, I was invited to their wedding. After the wedding, I pulled Laslop aside.

"You are an artist," I said. "Haven't you found Maggie? Why does Brown like Miss Bates so much? Think about why-let me explain it to you. "

The bride wears a simple white wedding dress with beautiful folds and smells like ancient Greek clothes. I picked some leaves from a decorative wreath in the small living room, made it into a wreath, put it on the bright chestnut hair of my predecessor, Miss Bates, and asked her to turn to her husband.

"My God!" He said, "Isn't Ida's silhouette exactly the same as that of the lady on the silver coin?"