Meanwhile, the stranger was seated in the dingy office upstairs with his

head bowed low on his arms. Twilight stole through the dirty window-panes

and faded into darkness. Night filled the room. He did not move. The young

man from the East had bought the "Herald" from an agent; had bought it

without ever having been within a hundred miles of Plattville. He had

vastly overpaid for it. Moreover, the price he had paid for it was all the

money he had in the world.

The next morning he went bitterly to work. He hired a compositor from

Rouen, a young man named Parker, who set type all night long and helped

him pursue advertisements all day. The citizens shook their heads

pessimistically. They had about given up the idea that the "Herald" could

ever amount to anything, and they betrayed an innocent, but caustic, doubt

of ability in any stranger.

One day the new editor left a note on his door; "Will return in fifteen

minutes."

Mr. Rodney McCune, a politician from the neighboring county of Gaines,

happening to be in Plattville on an errand to his henchmen, found the

note, and wrote beneath the message the scathing inquiry, "Why?"

When he discovered this addendum, the editor smiled for the first time

since his advent, and reported the incident in his next issue, using the

rubric, "Why Has the 'Herald' Returned to Life?" as a text for a rousing

editorial on "honesty in politics," a subject of which he already knew

something. The political district to which Carlow belonged was governed

by a limited number of gentlemen whose wealth was ever on the increase;

and "honesty in politics" was a startling conception to the minds of the

passive and resigned voters, who discussed the editorial on the street

corners and in the stores. The next week there was another editorial,

personal and local in its application, and thereby it became evident that

the new proprietor of the "Herald" was a theorist who believed, in

general, that a politician's honor should not be merely of that middling

healthy species known as "honor amongst politicians"; and, in particular,

that Rodney McCune should not receive the nomination of his party for

Congress. Now, Mr. McCune was the undoubted dictator of the district, and

his followers laughed at the stranger's fantastic onset.

But the editor was not content with the word of print; he hired a horse

and rode about the country, and (to his own surprise) he proved to be an

adaptable young man who enjoyed exercise with a pitchfork to the farmer's

profit while the farmer talked. He talked little himself, but after

listening an hour or so, he would drop a word from the saddle as he left;

and then, by some surprising wizardry, the farmer, thinking over the

interview, decided there was some sense in what that young fellow said,

and grew curious to see what the young fellow had further to say in the

"Herald."




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