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But when the shouting died he realized that for a month he had been the house guest of the mayor , that he had only fourteen dollars in the world and that `` the name that will live forever in the annals and legends of this State '' was already living there very quietly and obscurely . One morning he lay late in bed and just outside his door he heard the up-stairs maid talking to the cook . The up-stairs maid said that Mrs. Hawkins , the mayor 's wife , had been trying for a week to hint Dalyrimple out of the house . He left at eleven o'clock in intolerable confusion , asking that his trunk be sent to Mrs. Beebe 's boarding-house . Dalyrimple was twenty-three and he had never worked . His father had given him two years at the State University and passed away about the time of his son 's nine-day romp , leaving behind him some mid-Victorian furniture and a thin packet of folded paper that turned out to be grocery bills . Young Dalyrimple had very keen gray eyes , a mind that delighted the army psychological examiners , a trick of having read it -- whatever it was -- some time before , and a cool hand in a hot situation .