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It was a hot contest, but the common people, true Americans, rallied to our support, and left the aristocratic officials to toady to the English Government." "A new order of things when a boy edits and publishes a paper in a straight fight with Great Britain," was all that Keimer said, in reply, evidently not believing a word of Benjamin's story about the Courant.
But now, at the change in Burnamy's tone, he changed his manner a little. "Seen your friends since supper?" he asked. "Only a moment. They are rather tired, and they've gone to bed." "That the fellow that edits that book you write for?" "Yes; he owns it, too." The notion of any sort of ownership moved Stoller's respect, and he asked more deferentially, "Makin' a good thing out of it?"
He doubtless edits, sets the type, and prints his paper, all alone; but he delights to speak of the concern as if it occupies a block and employs a thousand men. Straightway he airs the affair in the "Territorial Enterprise," in a communication over his own signature, and I propose to reproduce it here, in all its native simplicity and more than human candor.
We should stay at Lancelot Underwood's, a very charming place to be at." "Isn't he some connection?" "Connection all round. Phyllis Merrifield married his brother, banking in Ceylon, and may come home any day on a visit; and Ivinghoe's pretty wife is Lancelot's niece. He edits what is really the crack newspaper of the county, in spite of its being true blue Conservative, Church and all."
A friend of mine who edits one of the more successful magazines tells me there are at least half a dozen writers who are paid guaranteed salaries of from twelve thousand dollars to eighteen thousand dollars a year for turning out each month from five thousand to ten thousand words of what is euphemistically termed "hot stuff."
There is no Parisian who is not happy in the belief that he makes all the noise he hears, writes all the books he reads, edits all the journals on which he breakfasts, writes all the vaudevilles on which he sups, and invents all the 'bon mots' he repeats. But this flattering allusion vanishes the moment chance takes him a mile away from the Rue Vivienne.
"Oh, it's probably your fault that you are not absorbed in his business or profession. It ought to be as much yours as his. What does he do?" "He edits a newspaper." "Oh, he's the Mr. Howard. A very interesting, a very remarkable man." Marian was delighted by this appreciation.
"Oh, you'll hear when you get there. It's Fletcher's idea; he wants to start a new magazine. Eastfield, who edits The Ronleian, is Maxton's cousin; so Maxton's going to interrupt and get some other fellows to do the same.
"Weedon Moore feels as I do." "Weedon Moore?" Jeffrey repeated, in a surprised and most uncordial tone. He looked at Choate. "Yes," said Choate, as if he confirmed not only the question but Jeff's inner feeling, "he's here. He's practising law, and besides that he edits the Argosy." "Owns it, too, I think," said Farvie. "They told me so at the news-stand."
Isaura, Isaura!" It is the first week in the month of May, 1870. Celebrities are of rapid growth in the salons of Paris. Gustave Rameau has gained the position for which he sighed. The journal he edits has increased its hold on the public, and his share of the profits has been liberally augmented by the secret proprietor. Rameau is acknowledged as a power in literary circles.
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