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If Colonel Mann had not lost his senses, in his haste to grab the Magazine, name and all, he would have foreseen the utter folly of trying to run the thing in my name after I had gone out. A new Magazine, under a new name, he could establish at less expense than he will incur in the vain effort to maintain a Watson’s Magazine without Watson. A child ought to be able to see that. What possible good will my name be to him when he himself publishes the statement that I am out?
The name without the man will be a dead weight to the Magazine, as Col. Mann has, doubtless, begun to find out.
THEY HAVE A CORPSE ON THEIR HANDS; THE SPIRIT ESCAPED THEIR CLUTCH.
Honesty, in THIS case at least, should have been his POLICY. It would have paid him better in the long run.
Col. Mann rushed into court, got a judgment against the Magazine for $60,000; and sold it, at Sheriff’s sale, to himself.
He actually had the Sheriff to sell my name, and was ass enough to buy it.
But he didn’t buy me, along with the name, and he didn’t buy the spirit of the Magazine when he bought the desks, the iron-safe and the trade name.
The most valuable asset, he could not, and cannot reach.