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"
I
confess
,
though
,
I
conceived
you
to
be
a
much
older
man
than
you
are
.
Your
story
,
you
know
,
showed
such
breadth
,
and
vigor
,
such
maturity
and
depth
of
thought
.
A
masterpiece
,
that
story
—
I
knew
it
when
I
had
read
the
first
half
-
dozen
lines
.
Let
me
tell
you
how
I
first
read
it
.
But
no
;
first
let
me
introduce
you
to
the
staff
.
"
Still
talking
,
Mr
.
Ford
led
him
into
the
general
office
,
where
he
introduced
him
to
the
associate
editor
,
Mr
.
White
,
a
slender
,
frail
little
man
whose
hand
seemed
strangely
cold
,
as
if
he
were
suffering
from
a
chill
,
and
whose
whiskers
were
sparse
and
silky
.
"
And
Mr
.
Ends
,
Mr
.
Eden
.
Mr
.
Ends
is
our
business
manager
,
you
know
.
"
Martin
found
himself
shaking
hands
with
a
cranky
-
eyed
,
bald
-
headed
man
,
whose
face
looked
youthful
enough
from
what
little
could
be
seen
of
it
,
for
most
of
it
was
covered
by
a
snow
-
white
beard
,
carefully
trimmed
—
by
his
wife
,
who
did
it
on
Sundays
,
at
which
times
she
also
shaved
the
back
of
his
neck
.
The
three
men
surrounded
Martin
,
all
talking
admiringly
and
at
once
,
until
it
seemed
to
him
that
they
were
talking
against
time
for
a
wager
.
"
We
often
wondered
why
you
didn
’
t
call
,
"
Mr
.
White
was
saying
.
"
I
didn
’
t
have
the
carfare
,
and
I
live
across
the
Bay
,
"
Martin
answered
bluntly
,
with
the
idea
of
showing
them
his
imperative
need
for
the
money
.
Surely
,
he
thought
to
himself
,
my
glad
rags
in
themselves
are
eloquent
advertisement
of
my
need
.
Time
and
again
,
whenever
opportunity
offered
,
he
hinted
about
the
purpose
of
his
business
.
But
his
admirers
’
ears
were
deaf
.
They
sang
his
praises
,
told
him
what
they
had
thought
of
his
story
at
first
sight
,
what
they
subsequently
thought
,
what
their
wives
and
families
thought
;
but
not
one
hint
did
they
breathe
of
intention
to
pay
him
for
it
.
"
Did
I
tell
you
how
I
first
read
your
story
?
"
Mr
.
Ford
said
.
"
Of
course
I
didn
’
t
.
I
was
coming
west
from
New
York
,
and
when
the
train
stopped
at
Ogden
,
the
train
-
boy
on
the
new
run
brought
aboard
the
current
number
of
the
Transcontinental
.
"
My
God
!
Martin
thought
;
you
can
travel
in
a
Pullman
while
I
starve
for
the
paltry
five
dollars
you
owe
me
.
A
wave
of
anger
rushed
over
him
.
The
wrong
done
him
by
the
Transcontinental
loomed
colossal
,
for
strong
upon
him
were
all
the
dreary
months
of
vain
yearning
,
of
hunger
and
privation
,
and
his
present
hunger
awoke
and
gnawed
at
him
,
reminding
him
that
he
had
eaten
nothing
since
the
day
before
,
and
little
enough
then
.
For
the
moment
he
saw
red
.
These
creatures
were
not
even
robbers
.
They
were
sneak
-
thieves
.
By
lies
and
broken
promises
they
had
tricked
him
out
of
his
story
.
Well
,
he
would
show
them
.
And
a
great
resolve
surged
into
his
will
to
the
effect
that
he
would
not
leave
the
office
until
he
got
his
money
.
He
remembered
,
if
he
did
not
get
it
,
that
there
was
no
way
for
him
to
go
back
to
Oakland
.
He
controlled
himself
with
an
effort
,
but
not
before
the
wolfish
expression
of
his
face
had
awed
and
perturbed
them
.
