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Updated: May 31, 2025
He sharpened his pencil; tangled his great hand into his hair; and presently put down an opening sentence that fully satisfied him, his own sternest critic. Then a memory of his visitor returned to his mind, and he thought pleasurably: "Plonny knows he is beaten. That's what's the matter with him."
Plonny said that this man was very young just now, but would be plenty old enough before they would have need of him. Mr. Bangor once more winked at the six. "Why, Plonny, I thought you were rooting for Charles Gardenia West." "Then there's two of ye," said Plonny, dryly, "he being the other one."
The sole point worth remembering is that Plonny Neal had got it firmly in his head that there should be no reformatory legislation that year. It was Mr. Neal's business to know men, and he was esteemed a fine business man. Leaving the assistant editor, he sallied forth to find the editor. It might have taken Queed an hour to put his hand on West just then. Plonny did it in less than six minutes.
What did his Post work really amount to? unremitting toil, the ceaseless forcing up of immature and insincere opinions, no thanks or appreciation anywhere, and at the end the designation of the Plonny Neal organ. What did the uplift amount to? Could progress really ever be forced a single inch?
Suddenly Plonny leaned over the table, and began speaking rapidly and earnestly. "Listen here, Mr. West. I understand your feelings and your position just like they was print, and I was reading them over your shoulder. You're walking with y'r eyes on the skies, and you don't like to look at the ground to see that you don't break nothing as you go forward.
"I would give four hundred and fifty dollars," he said slowly "all the money that I happen to have if you had told me last night that you meant to do this." "I am awfully sorry," said West, with a touch of dignity, "that you take it so hard. But I assure you " "I know Plonny Neal even better than you do," continued Queed, "for I have known him as his social equal. He is laughing at you to-day."
In the light of these I wish I could explain them more fully to you, but I was pledged to secrecy I am obliged to tell you that what you had written seemed to me altogether out of focus, unfair, and extreme." "Did you get these facts, as you call them, from Plonny Neal?" "As to that, I am at liberty to say nothing." Queed, looking at him, saw that he had. He began to feel sorry for West.
He stood chatting gayly with a group of habitués, including some of the best known men of the town. All greeted Plonny pleasantly, West cordially. None of our foreign critics can write that the American man is a moral prude. On two occasions, Plonny had been vindicated before the grand jury by the narrow margin of one vote.
But the fervor which Plonny had imparted to it, and the respect which he had for Plonny's knowledge of practical conditions, stood by him, unconsciously guiding his thoughts along the line of least resistance.... Though nobody dared admit it publicly, the party was facing a great crisis; and it was in his hand to save or to wreck it.
Was it for this that he had lost his valuable assistant, whose place he could never hope to fill? for this that he was referred to habitually by an evening contemporary as the Plonny Neal organ? He was thoroughly disgusted with newspaper work this morning, disgusted with the line, disgusted with hopeful efforts to uplift the people.
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