"Oh, you've bobbed up again, have you? But remember that papa holds you in the hollow of his hand."
CHAPTER XX.
CRIED A SENSATION.
In Chicago was a sheet—it could not be called a newspaper and assuredly was not a publication—that was rarely seen until late at night, and which always appeared to have been smuggled across the border-line of darkness into the light of the street lamps. Ragged boys, carrying this sheet, hung about the theaters and cried a sensation when the play was done. Their aim was to catch strangers, and to turn fiercely upon their importunity was not so effective as simply to say, "I live here."
One night, as Henry and Ellen came out of a theater, they heard these ragged boys shouting the names of Witherspoon and Brooks.
"Gracious," said Ellen, with sudden weight on Henry's arm, "what does that mean?"
"It's nothing but a fake," he answered.
"But get a paper and see; won't you?"
"Yes, as soon as I can."