"More! A hundred times more! That"s the biggest indors.e.m.e.nt any paper in this town ever had. Old Home Week"s safe. Did you tell Mac?"
"Yes. He"s up there cursing now because they won"t let him go to the office to plan out the article."
To the "Clarion," the presidential encomium was a tremendous boom professionally. Financially, however, it was of no immediate avail. It did not bring local advertising, and advertising was what the paper sorely needed. Still, it did call attention to the paper from outside. A few good contracts for "foreign" advertising, a department which had fallen off to almost nothing when Hal discarded all medical "copy," came in. With these, and a reasonable increase in local support which could be counted upon, now that commercial bitterness against the paper was somewhat mollified, Hal reckoned that he could pull through--if it were not for the Pierce suits. There was the crux of the situation. Nothing was being done about them. They had been postponed more than once, on motion of Pierce"s counsel. Now they hung over Hal"s head in a suspense fast becoming unbearable. At length he decided that, in fairness to his staff, he should warn them of the situation.
He chose, for the explanation, one of the Talk-It-Over Breakfasts, the first one which McGuire Ellis, released temporarily from the hospital for the occasion, had attended since his wound. He sat at Hal"s right, still pale and thin, but with his look of bulldog obstinacy undiminished; enhanced, rather, by the fact that one ear had been sharpened to a canine pointedness by the missile which had so narrowly grazed his life. Ellis had been goaded to a pitch of high exasperation by the solicitude and attentions of his fellows. It was his emphatically expressed opinion that the whole gathering lay under a blight of superlative youthfulness. In his mind he exempted Hal, over whose silence and distraction he was secretly worried. The cause was explained when the chairman rose to close the meeting.
"There is something I have to say," he said. "I"ve put it off longer than I should. I may have to give up the "Clarion." It depends upon the outcome of the libel suits brought by E.M. Pierce. If, as we fear, Miss Cleary, the nurse who was run over, testifies for the prosecution, we can"t win. Then it"s only a question of the size of the damages. A big verdict would mean the ruin of the paper, I"m telling you this so that you may have time to look for new jobs."
There was a long silence. Then a melancholy, musing voice said: "Gee!
That"s tough! Just as the paper pulled off the Home Week stunt, too."
"How much of a verdict would bust us?" asked another.
"Twenty-five thousand dollars," said Hal, "together with lawyers" fees.
I couldn"t go on."
"Say, I know that old hen of a nurse," said one of the sporting writers, with entire seriousness. "Wonder if it"d do any good to marry her?"
A roar went up from the table at this, somewhat relieving the tension of the atmosphere.
Shearson, the advertising manager, lolling deep in his chair, spoke up diffidently, as soon as he could be heard:
"I ain"t rich. But I"ve put a little wad aside. I could chip in three thou" if that"d help."
"I"ve got five hundred that isn"t doing a st.i.tch of work," declared Wainwright.
"Some of my relations have wads of money," suggested young Denton. "I wouldn"t wonder if--"
"No, no, no!" cried Hal, in a shaken voice. "I know how well you fellows mean it. But--"
"As a loan," said Wainwright hopefully. "The paper"s good enough security."
"_Not_ good enough," replied Hal firmly. "I can"t take it, boys.
You--you"re a mighty good lot, to offer. Now, about looking for other places--"
"All those that want to quit the "Clarion," stand up," shouted McGuire Ellis.
Not a man moved.
"Unanimous," observed the convalescent. "I thought n.o.body"d rise to that. If anybody had," he added, "I"d have punched him in the eye."
The gathering adjourned in gloom.
"All this only makes it harder, Mac," said Hal to his right-hand man afterward. "They can"t afford to stick till we sink."
"If a sailor can do it, I guess a newspaper man can," retorted the other resentfully. "I wish I could poison Pierce."
At dinner that night Hal found his father distrait. Since the younger man"s return, the old relations had been resumed, though there were still, of necessity, difficult restraints and reservations in their talk. The "Clarion," however, had ceased to be one of the tabooed subjects. Since the publication of the President"s letter and the saving of Old Home Week, Dr. Surtaine had become an avowed Clarionite. Also he kept in personal touch with the office. This evening, however, it was with an obvious effort that he asked how affairs were going. Hal answered listlessly that matters were going well enough.
"No, they aren"t, Boy-ee. I heard about your talk to-day."
"Did you? I"m sorry. I don"t want to worry you."
"Boy-ee, let me back you."
"I can"t, Dad."
"Because of that old agreement?"
"Partly."
"Call it a loan, then. I can"t stand by and see the paper licked by Pierce. Fifty thousand won"t touch me. And it"ll save you."
"Please, Dad, I can"t do it."
"Is it because it"s Certina money?"
Hal turned miserable eyes on his father. "Hadn"t we better keep away from that?"
"I don"t get you at all on that," cried the charlatan. "Why, it"s business. It"s legal. If I didn"t sell "em the stuff, somebody else would. Why shouldn"t I take the money, when it"s there?"
"There"s no use in my trying to argue it with you, Dad. We"re miles apart."
"That"s just it," sighed the older man. "Oh, well! You couldn"t help my paying the damages if Pierce wins," he suggested hopefully.
"Yes. I could even do that."
"What do you want me to do, Boy-ee?" cried his father, in desperation.
"Give up a business worth half a million a year, net?"
"I"m not asking anything, sir. Only let me do the best I can, in the way that looks right to me. I"ve got to go back to the office now.
Good-night, Dad."
The arch-quack looked after his son"s retreating figure, and his big, animal-like eyes were very tender.
"I don"t know," he said to himself uncertainly,--"I don"t know but what he"s worth it."
CHAPTER x.x.xVII
McGUIRE ELLIS WAKES UP
On implication of the Highest Authority we have it that the leopard cannot change his spots. The Great American Pumess is a feline of another stripe. Stress of experience and emotion has been known to modify sensibly her predatory characteristics. In the very beautiful specimen of the genus which, from time to time, we have had occasion to study in these pages, there had taken place, in a few short months, an alteration so considerable as to be almost revolutionary.