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"Isn't that right, Ellis?" he cried. "You're a practical newspaper man." "It's true to type, anyway," grunted Ellis. "Sure it is!" cried the other, too bent on his own notions to interpret this comment correctly. "And now, what about a little reading notice for McQuiggan's proposition?" "Yes: an interview with me on the copper situation and prospects might help," put in McQuiggan.
"Sit down and cool off. You've let that skunk, McQuiggan, get you all excited." "This began before McQuiggan." "Then you've been talking to some jealous doctor-crank." "For God's sake, Father, answer my plain question." "Why, there's no such thing as an actual cure for Bright's disease." "Don't you say in the advertisements that Certina will cure it?"
But if you wrote it, I suppose it goes." "And the interview, too," rasped McQuiggan. "It's usual," said Ellis to Hal. "The tail with the hide: the soul with the body, when you're selling." "But we're not selling interviews," said Hal uneasily. "You're getting nearly a thousand dollars' worth of copy, and giving a bonus that don't cost you anything," said his father.
He tapped the end of his pen upon the rough sketch of the mining advertisement, which he had drafted. Mr. McQuiggan bent over it in study, and fell a swift victim to the magic of the art. "Why, that would make a wad of bills squirm out of the toe of a stockin'! It's new game to me. I've always worked the personal touch. But I'll sure give it a try-out, Andy."
Having led him to the editorial office, Hal sat down to work, but found no escape from his thoughts. There was but one thing to do: he must have it out at once with Dr. Surtaine. He telephoned the factory for an appointment. Sharp-eared McQuiggan caught the call. "That my old pal, Andy?" said he. "Gimme a shot at him while you've got him on the wire, will you?"
This conversation took place at the Vanes' al fresco tea, to which Hal came for a few minutes, late in the afternoon of his father's visit with McQuiggan, mainly in the hope of seeing Esmé Elliot. Within five minutes after his arrival, Worthington society was frowning, or smiling, according as it was masculine or feminine, at their backs, as they strolled away toward the garden.
"I guess it's bad!" exulted the other. "I guess I've lost the trick of tolling the good old dollars in! Take this home and try it on your cash register! Now, come around and meet the boy." "Shake hands with Mr. McQuiggan, Hal," said the Doctor. "Make a bow when you meet him, too. He's your first new business for the reformed 'Clarion."
I licked you once in the old days, and I guess I could do it now, but I don't want to. Come and have a drink with old Andy." "Andy? Andy the Spieler? Andy Certain?" "Dr. L. André Surtaine, at your service. Now, will you shake?" Still surly, Mr. McQuiggan hung back. "What about that roast?" he demanded. "Wasn't sure of you. Twenty years is a long time.
"But I'm much obliged to you, McQuiggan." "You go to hell. What're you obliged to me for?" said the visitor suspiciously. "For the truth. I think you've told it to me. Anyway you've made me tell it to myself." "I guess I ain't told you much you don't know about your snide business." "You have, though. Go ahead and hire your hall.
"You owe me a commission, Boyee," said he, smiling at Hal as McQuiggan made his exit. "But I'll let you off this time. I guess it won't be the last business I bring in to you. Only, don't you and Ellis go looking every gift horse too hard in the teeth. You might get bit." "Shut your eyes and swallow it and ask no questions, if it's good, eh, Doctor?" said McGuire Ellis.
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