The editor nodded.
"Then, in view of what I have just called to your attention, does it occur to you that the leaders—or the should-be-leaders of my people of this city, are indicating, by their actions, that they care a hang what becomes of the race?"
The elements were beginning to clear now. The editor said: "It certainly doesn't appear so."
"And yet how many of these people, in conversation, are ever ready, when there is a mob demonstration, to exploit—which in itself is much in order—the 'best' people. And what consideration should be shown them, regardless of the ignorance and crime of the masses? Does it not occur to the casual observer, that a great deal of negligence is the order when it comes to moral uplift, on the part of the leading Negroes themselves?"
"I cannot help but agree with you."
"Then, Mr. Byron, I have prepared an article arraigning this element of my race, that I have brought with me, and ask you to examine it, with a view to publication. I beg you to read the same carefully, and if you feel you would like to run it, I shall appreciate it. And if you do not, I will call tomorrow and get the same." Forthwith, he handed the editor the typewritten pages he had prepared the night before, and, with a bow, left the office.
"The colored man that was here yesterday, Mr. Byron, has called again, and waits outside."
"Show him in, show him in at once," cried the editor, turning about, and preparing himself for a conversation.
"Well, sir," said Wyeth, after greetings had been exchanged, "you, of course, realize what I am here for."