“Think of it,” he said. “Bill Rossiter on the third floor, burning up, and me on the floor below with this book in my hand reading off of page 418 the names of the simple ingredients that would——”
“Mebby I might as well pay the whole five right now,” said Skinner, taking four more dollars out of his drawer. “Could you leave that book with me?”
“I will, as a special favor,” said Eliph'.
“Well, say,” said Skinner, “I'll be mortally obliged to you if you will. It will take a mighty load off of my mind.”
And when Eliph' left the butcher shop he had, for the first time in his life, sold his sample copy.
CHAPTER XVIII. Another Trial
When Eliph' stepped out of the butcher shop he saw T. J. Jones across the street, returning from his interview with Mrs. Smith, and the book agent hailed him and crossed the street. The editor wore a harassed look as Eliph' stepped up to him, and it deepened when Eliph' asked him if he had acceded to Mrs. Smith's request.
“Hewlitt,” he said, “I couldn't do it. I wanted to, but I couldn't. The man was willing but the editor had to refuse. The press cannot sink the public welfare to favor individuals; once the freedom of the press is lost the nation relapses into sodden corruption. I told Mrs. Smith so. And besides, I have the whole article in type, too. I like Mrs. Smith, and I like Miss Sally, but the hissing cobra of corruption must be crunched beneath the heel of a free and independent press. The TIMES must do its duty, let the chips fall where they may.”
“'The pen is mightier than the sword,' page 233, Apt Quotations for All Occasions,” said Eliph', “this being one of three thousand quotations, arranged alphabetically according to subject, as 'Bird—in the hand, Bird—of a feather, Bird—killing two with one stone,' et cetery, including 'Leap—look before you,' and 'Sure—be sure you're right, then go ahead.' What do you mean to print?”