One day he turned around and began handing in stuff of a totally different kind. First-rate, some of it. I thought at first that he must be hiring somebody to do it for him. Did you see the paper while you were away?"
"Very irregularly, I"m sorry to say."
"Quite on his own hook, the boy turned up one day with an article on the Centre Street "mashers" that was a screamer. You know what that situation was--"
"Yes, yes."
"I had for some time had it in mind to tackle it myself. The fact was that we were developing a cla.s.s of boy Don Juans that were a black disgrace to the city. It was a rather unpleasant subject, but this young man handled it with much tact, as well as with surprising vigor and ability. His improvement seemed to date from right there. I encouraged him to follow up his first effort, and he wrote a strong series which attracted attention all through the State, and has already brought about decided improvement."
"Splendid! You know," said West, "the first time I ever looked at that boy, I was sure he had the stuff in him."
"Then you are a far keener observer than I. However, the nature of the man seems to be undergoing some subtle change, a curious kind of expansion--I don"t remember anything like it in my experience. A more indefatigable worker I never saw, and if he goes on this way.... Well, G.o.d moves in a mysterious way. It"s a delight to see you again, Gardiner. Take supper with me at the club, won"t you? I feel lonely and grown old, as the poet says."
West accepted, and presently departed on his happy round. The Colonel glanced at his watch; it was 3.30 o"clock, and he fell industriously to work again. On the stroke of four, as usual, the door of the adjoining office opened, and he heard his a.s.sistant enter and seat himself at the new desk recently provided for him. Another half-hour pa.s.sed, and the Colonel, putting a double cross-mark at the bottom of his paper--that being how you write "Finis" on the press--raised his head.
"Mr. Queed."
"Yes."
The connecting door opened, and the young man walked in. His chief eyed him thoughtfully.
"Young man, you have picked up a complexion like a professional beauty"s. What is your secret?"
"I daresay it is exercise. I have just walked out to Kern"s Castle and back."
"H"m. Five miles if it"s a step."
"And a half. I do it--twice a week--in an hour and seven minutes."
The Colonel thought of his own over-rubicund cheek and sighed. "Well, whom or what do you wish to crucify to-morrow?"
"I am at your orders there."
"Have you examined Deputy Clerk Folsom"s reply to Councilman Hannigan"s charge? What do you think of it?"
"I think it puts Hannigan in a very awkward position."
"I agree with you. Suppose you seek to show that to the city in half a column."
Queed bowed. "I may, perhaps, remind you, Colonel, of the meeting in New York to-morrow to prepare for the celebration of the Darwin centennial.
If you desired I should be glad to prepare, apropos of this, a brief monograph telling in a light, popular way what Darwin did for the world."
"And what did Darwin do for the world?"
The grave young man made a large grave gesture which indicated the immensity of Darwin"s doings for the world.
"Which topic do you prefer to handle--Folsom on Hannigan, or what Darwin did for the world?"
"I think," said Queed, "that I should prefer to handle both."
"Ten people will read Hannigan to one who reads Darwin."
"Don"t you think that it is the _Post"s_ business to reduce that proportion?"
"Take them both," said the Colonel presently. "But always remember this: the great People are more interested in a cat-fight at the corner of Seventh and Centre Streets than they are in the greatest exploit of the greatest scientific theorist that ever lived."
"I will remember what you say, Colonel."
"I want you," resumed Colonel Cowles, "to take supper with me at the club. Not to-night--I"m engaged. Shall we say to-morrow night, at seven?"
Queed accepted without perceptible hesitation. Some time had pa.s.sed since he became aware that the Colonel had somehow insinuated himself into that list of friends which had halted so long at Tim and Murphy Queed. Besides, he had a genuine, unscientific desire to see what a real club looked like inside. So far, his knowledge of clubs was absolutely confined to the Mercury Athletic a.s.sociation, B. Klinker, President.
The months of May, June, July, and August had risen and died since Queed, threshing out great questions through the still watches of the night, had resolved to give a modified scheme of life a tentative and experimental trial. He had kept this resolution, according to his wont.
Probably his first liking for Colonel Cowles dated back to the very beginning of this period. It might be traced to the day when the precariously-placed a.s.sistant had submitted his initial article on the thesis his friend Buck had given him--the first article in all his life that the little Doctor had ever dipped warm out of human life. This momentous composition he had brought and laid upon the Colonel"s desk, as usual; but he did not follow his ancient custom by instantly vanishing toward the Scriptorium. Instead he stuck fast in the sanctum, not pretending to look at an encyclopedia or out of the window as another man might have done, but standing rigid on the other side of the table, gaze glued upon the perusing Colonel. Presently the old editor looked up.
"Did you write this?"
"Yes. Why not?"
"It"s about as much like your usual style as my style is like Henry James"s."
"You don"t consider it a good editorial, then?"
"You have not necessarily drawn the correct inference from my remark. I consider it an excellent editorial. In fact--I shall make it my leader to-morrow morning. But that has nothing to do with how you happen to be using a style exactly the reverse of your own."
Queed had heaved a great sigh. The article occupied three pages of copy-paper in a close handwriting, and represented sixteen hours" work.
Its author had rewritten it eleven times, incessantly referring to his text-book, the files of the _Post_, and subjecting each phrase to the most gruelling examination before finally admitting it to the perfect structure. However, it seemed no use to bore one"s employer with details such as these.
"I have been doing a little studying of late--"
"Under excellent masters, it seems. Now this phrase, "the ultimate reproach and the final infamy"--the Colonel unconsciously smacked his lips over it--"why, sir, it sounds like one of my own."
Queed started.
"If you must know, it is one of your own. You used it on October 26, 1900, during, as you will recall, the closing days of the presidential campaign."
The Colonel stared at him, bewildered.
"I decided to learn editorial-writing--as the term is understood," Queed reluctantly explained. "Therefore, I have been sitting up till two o"clock in the mornings, studying the files of the _Post_, to see exactly how you did it."
The Colonel"s gaze gradually softened. "You might have been worse employed; I compliment and congratulate you," said he; and then added: "Whether you have really caught the idea and mastered the technique or not, it is too soon to say. But I"ll say frankly that this article is worth more to me than everything else that you"ve written for the _Post_ put together."
"I am--ahem--gratified that you are pleased with it."
The Colonel, whose glance had gone out of the window, swung around in his chair and smote the table a testy blow.
"For the Lord"s sake," he exploded, "get some heat in you! Squirt some color into your way of looking at things! Be kind and good-natured in your heart--just as I am at this moment--but for heaven"s sake learn to write as if you were mad, and only kept from yelling by phenomenal will-power."
This was in early May. Many other talks upon the art of editorial writing did the two have, as the days went. The Colonel, mystified but pleased by revelations of actuality and life in his heretofore too-embalmed a.s.sistant, found an increasing interest in developing him.