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Ricker read the first through without saying anything; when he saw what the second was, he pushed up his green-lined peak, and said, "Hello, young man! Who invited you to take the floor?" "Nobody. I found I couldn't embody my general knowledge of defalcation in the report without impertinence, and as I had to get my wisdom off my mind somehow, I put it in editorial shape.
I'll come with you in half a minute," Ricker said, going to the slide that carried up the copy to the composing-room and thrusting his manuscript into the box. "Where are you going?" he asked, when they found themselves out in the soft starlit autumnal air; and Bartley answered with the name of an oyster-house, obscure, but of singular excellence. "Yes, that's the best place," Ricker commented.
I'd get my paper into such a shape that people of every kind and degree would have to say, no matter what particular objection was made to it, 'Yes, that's so; but it's the best newspaper in the world, and we can't get along without it." "And then," said Ricker, "you'd begin to clean up, little by little, let up on your murders and scandals, and purge and live cleanly like a gentleman?
"Oh, Goose Loose!" "Who told you, Goose Loose?" "Oh, Drake Lake!" "Who told you, Drake Lake?" "Oh, Duck Luck!" "Who told you, Duck Luck?" "Oh, Cock Lock!" "Who told you, Cock Lock?" "Oh, Hen Ren!" "Who told you, Hen Ren?" "Oh, Chicker Ricker!" "Who told you, Chicker Ricker?" "Oh, Fox Lox!" "Who told you, Fox Lox?" "Oh, I heard it and I felt it and it came thump upon my crown!
"Kerzactly," remarked Benoni, and then all laughed. "When I left this town thirty years ago, my name was Richard Ricker. On returning to those paths which my childish feet so often trod I have just come from the West Indies where the climate is hotter than that stove it seems appropriate that I should assume my family name. It is done. I am now Richard Ricker."
He waited till the next morning to begin, however, for he was too fagged after he came home from the Hilarys'; he rose early and got himself a cup of tea over the gas-burner; before the house was awake he was well on in his report. By nightfall he had finished it, and then he carried it to Ricker.
He contrived to give Ricker a hint of the sort of man he had on his hands, and by their joint effort they had Kinney talking about himself at dinner before he knew what he was about. He could not help talking well upon this theme, and he had them so vividly interested, as he poured out adventure after adventure in his strange career, that Bartley began to be proud of him.
Atherton to whom Miss Kingsbury had introduced him, and ask his advice; he had found out that Mr. Atherton was a lawyer, and he believed that he would tell him what to do. He could at least give him some authoritative discouragement which he might use in these discussions with Marcia. Mr. Atherton had his office in the Events building, and Bartley was on his way thither when he met Ricker.
It was certainly a flattering proposal; and under his breath, where Bartley still did most of his blaspheming, he cursed Ricker for an old fool; and resolved to close with Witherby on his own responsibility. After he had done so he told Marcia of the step he had taken. Since their last quarrel there had been an alienation in her behavior toward him, different from any former resentment.
From time to time he woke, and bewailed himself to Ricker as a poor boy who had fought his own way; he owned that he had made mistakes, as who had not? Again he was trying to convince Squire Gaylord that they ought to issue a daily edition of the Equity Free Press, and at the same time persuading Mr. Halleck to buy the Events for him, and let him put it on a paying basis.
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