"Had a great paper this week, Cap'n."
The old Captain responded with dignity:
"The Star, Mr. Tole, is looking up."
How sweet was all this to the old Captain. For so long the current had been setting against him, there had been so little of the feeling of success and power, which he loved. We could distinguish the triumphant notes in the Captain's voice when he returned to the office. He sat down in the editorial chair with a special air of confidence.
"Anthy," he said, clearing his throat.
"Yes, Uncle Newt."
"Anthy, I have hopes of Hempfield. Even in these days, when the people seem to be going off after false gods, the truth will prevail."
He paused.
"We are beginning to hear from our editorial on William J. Bryan."
I recall yet Anthy's laugh—the amusement of it, and yet the deep sympathy.