“Nothing truer was ever said,” chipped in Connors. “The ordinary newspaper of today but reflects the cowardice of wealth. There is little of the sincerity of conviction which prevailed in the days of Horace Greeley.”
“They always cram Greeley down our throats,” cried Doane.
“Well,” said Connors, “wasn’t he a pretty bold and fearless man?”
“I’ll admit all that,” retorted Doane, “but I never did worship at the shrine of any journalistic God.”
“But,” said Wayland, apparently realizing that the argument was growing somewhat intense, “we have wandered some distance from the original query.”
“And that was?” said Connors.
“The real object of our presence here,” interposed the editor. “Come, now, what brought you here, Connors?”
“I must yield,” said Connors, “since the moulder of public opinion implores the mere politician to tell the truth.”
“Be careful,” said Wayland, “sensations may be at a premium.”