Sam took her in his arms.
"You"re my own brave soldier"s wife," he said. "I"d be almost ready to die for you, but if I don"t, I"ll come back and marry you. I"ll write to uncle for a commission to-night, and ask his advice about resigning here either now or later. It hardly seems true that I may really go to a real war." And his tears fell and mingled with hers.
Sam"s uncle fell in readily with Cleary"s scheme. He was a politician and a man of the world, and he saw what an advantage it would be for his nephew to seek promotion in the volunteers, and how much a close friend among the war correspondents could help him. Furthermore, he had heard of Sam"s excellent record at East Point and was disposed to lend him what aid could be derived from his influence with the Administration. When Sam"s father learned that his brother approved of the project, he offered no objection, and a few weeks after Cleary had broached the subject, both of the young men sent in their resignations, and these were accepted. Cleary left at once for the metropolis to perfect his plans, while Sam remained for a few days at the Point to bid farewell to his betrothed. His uncle had at once sent in his name to the War Department as a candidate for colonel of volunteers with letters of recommendation from the most influential men at the Capital.
While Sam was still at East Point he saw in the daily paper that his name had been sent in to the Senate as captain of volunteers with a long list of others, and almost immediately he received a telegram from his uncle announcing his confirmation without question. On the same morning came a letter from Cleary telling him to come at once to town and make the final arrangements before receiving orders to join his regiment. We shall draw a veil over the last interview between Sam and Marian. She was proficient in the art of saying farewell, and nothing was lacking on this occasion to contribute to its romantic effect. They parted in tears, but they were tears of hope and joy.
Cleary met Sam at the station in the city and took him to a modest hotel.
"It"s going to be bigger thing than I thought," he said, as they sat down together for a good talk in the hotel lobby, after Sam had made himself at home in his room. "I"m going to run a whole combination.
I"ve got in with a man who"s a real genius. His name"s Jonas. He represents the brewers" trust, and he"s going out to start saloons with chattel mortgages on the fixtures. It"s a big thing by itself. But then besides that he"s got orders to apply for street-railroad franchises wherever he can get them, and he is going to start agencies to sell typewriters and bicycles and some patent medicines, and I don"t know what else. You see he wanted to represent the Consolidated Press as a sort of business agent, and _The Daily Lyre_ belongs to the Consolidated, and that"s the way I came across him. The fact is he represents pretty much all the capital in the country. It"s a big combination. I"ll boom him and you, and you"ll help us, and then we can get in on the ground floor with him in anything we like. It"s a good outlook, isn"t it, hey? Have you got your commission yet?"
"No," said Sam, "not yet. My uncle wants me to come and spend a few days with him at s...o...b..rgh to make my acquaintance, and the commission will go there. I"m to be in the 200th Volunteer Infantry. I don"t quite understand all your plans, but I hope I"ll get a chance at real fighting for our country, and I should like to be a great soldier. You know that, Cleary."
"Yes, old man, I know it, and you will be, if courage and newspapers can do it. I"m sorry you didn"t get a colonelcy, but captain isn"t bad, and we"ll skip you up to general in no time. You"ve always wanted to be a hero, haven"t you? Well, the first chance I get I"ll nickname you "Hero" Jinks, and it"ll stick, I"ll answer for it!"
"Oh! thank you," said Sam.
"Now, good-by. I"ll come in for you to-morrow and take you in to see our war editor. He"s a daisy. So long."
When on the morrow Sam was ushered into the den of the war editor, he was surprised to see what a shabby room it was. The great man was sitting at a desk which was almost hidden under piles of papers, letters, telegrams, and memoranda. The chairs in the room were equally enc.u.mbered, and he had to empty the contents of two of them on the floor before Sam and Cleary could sit down.
"Ah, Captain Jinks, glad to see you!" he said.
Sam beamed with delight. It was the first time that he had heard his new t.i.tle--a t.i.tle, in fact, to which he had as yet no right.
"I suppose Mr. Cleary has explained to you," the editor continued, "what our designs are. Editing isn"t what it used to be. It has become a very complicated business. In old times we took the news as it came along, and that was all that was expected of us; but if we tried that way of doing things now, we"d have to shut up shop in a week. When we need news nowadays we simply make it. I don"t mean that we invent news--that doesn"t pay in the long run; people learn your game and you lose in the end. No, I mean that we create the events that make the news. We were running short of news last year, that"s the whole truth of it; and so we got up this war. It"s been a complete success. We"ve quadrupled our circulation, and it"s doubling every month. We"re well ahead of the other papers because it"s known as our war, and of course we are expected to know more about it than anybody else."
"But I thought the war was to free the oppressed Cubapinos--an outburst of popular sympathy with the downtrodden sufferers from Castalian misrule," interposed Sam, flushing. "That"s the reason why I applied for a commission, and I am ready to pour out my last drop of blood for my country."
"Of course you are, my dear captain; of course you are. And your ideas of the cause of the war, as a military man, are quite correct. Indeed, if you will read my editorial of yesterday you will see the same ideas developed at some length."
He pressed an electric b.u.t.ton on his desk, and a clerk entered.
"Get me a copy of yesterday"s paper."
In a moment it was brought; the editor opened it, marked an article with a dash of his blue pencil, and handed it to Sam.
"There," said he, "put that in your pocket and read it. I am sure that you will agree with every word of it. Your understanding of the situation does great credit to your insight. That is, if I may use the term, the esoteric side of the question. It is only on the external and material side that it is really a _Daily Lyre"s_ war. There"s really no contradiction, none at all, as you see."
"Oh! none at all," said Sam, with a sigh of relief. "I never quite understood it before, and you make it all so clear!"
"Now you will be prepared by what I have said to comprehend that it"s just in this line of creating the news beforehand that we want to make use of you, and at the same time it will be the making of you, do you see?"
"Not quite," said Sam. "How do you mean?"
"Why, we understand that you"re a most promising military man and that you intend to distinguish yourself. Suppose you do, what good will it do, if n.o.body ever hears of it? Doesn"t your idea of heroism include a certain degree of appreciation?"
"Yes."
"Of publicity, I may say?"
Sam nodded a.s.sent.
"Or even in plain newspaper talk, of advertising?"
"I shouldn"t quite like to be advertised," said Sam uneasily.
"That"s a rather blunt word, I confess; but when you do some fine exploit, you wouldn"t mind seeing it printed in full in the papers that the people at home read, would you?"
"No-o-o, not exactly; but then I should only want you to tell the truth about it."
"Of course; I know that, but there are lots of ways of telling the truth. We might put it in at the bottom of an inside page and give only a stick to it, or we might let it have the whole first page here, with your portrait at the top and headlines like that"; and he showed him a t.i.tle in letters six inches long. "You"d prefer that, wouldn"t you?"
"I"m afraid I would," said Sam.
"Well, if you didn"t you"d be a blamed fool, that"s all I"ve got to say, and we wouldn"t care to bother about you."
"I"m sure it"s very good of you to take me up," said Sam. "Why do you select me instead of one of the great generals at the front?"
"Why, don"t you see? You wouldn"t make a practical newspaper man. The people are half tired of the names of the generals already. They want some new names. It"s our business to provide them. Then all the other newspapers are on the track of the generals. We must have a little hero of our own. When General Laughter or General Notice do anything, all the press of the country have got hold of them. They"ve got their photographs in every possible att.i.tude and their biographies down to the last detail, and pictures of their birthplaces and of their families and ancestors, and all the rest of it. We simply can"t get ahead of them, and people are beginning to think that it"s not our war after all. When we begin to boom you, they"ll find out that we"ve got a mortgage on it yet. We"ll have the stuff all ready here to fire off, and no one else will have a word. It"ll be the greatest beat yet, unless Mr. Cleary is mistaken in you and you are not going to distinguish yourself."
"I don"t think he is mistaken," said Sam solemnly. "I do intend to distinguish myself if I get the chance."
"And we"ll see that you have the chance. It"s a big game we"re playing, but we hold the cards and we don"t often lose. You"re not the only card, to be sure. We"ve got a lot of men at the front now representing us. Several of our correspondents have made a hit already, and some of them have made themselves more famous than the generals! Ha, ha! Our head editor is going out next month, and of course we"ll see to it that he does wonders. Hullo! there"s Jonas now. Why, this is a lucky meeting. Here, Jonas. You know Cleary. Mr. Jonas, Captain Jinks. I"ll be blessed if here isn"t the whole combination."
Mr. Jonas, who had come into the room unannounced, and perched himself on the corner of a table, was a rather short man with a brown beard and eye-gla.s.ses, and wore his hat on the back of his head.
"Well, Jonas, how are things going?" asked the editor.
"A 1. Couldn"t be better. I"ve just been down at Skinner"s----"
"Skinner & Company, one of the biggest financial houses in the street,"
the editor explained to Sam.
"And they"ve agreed to go the whole job. First of all, it"ll be chiefly trade. I showed them the contracts for boots and hats for the army, and they were tickled to death. They"ll let us have as much as we want on them. I didn"t have the embalmed-beef contract with me--it smells too bad to carry round in my pocket, hee-hee!--but I explained it to them, and it"s even better. They"re quite satisfied."
"And how is the beer business going?"
"Oh! that"s a success already. Look at this item," and he pulled a newspaper from his pocket and showed it to the editor.
"One hundred more saloons in Havilla than there were at this time last year! Can that be possible?" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the latter.
"Yes, and I"m behind fifty-eight of them. That agent I sent out ahead is a jewel."
"Have you been up at the Bible Society?"
"Yes, and I"ve got special terms on a hundred thousand Testaments in Castalian and the native languages. That will awaken interest, you see, and then we"ll follow it up with five hundred thousand in English, and it will do no end of good in pushing the language. It will be made the official language soon, anyway. What a blessing it will be to those poor creatures who speak languages that n.o.body can understand!"