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The teachings set forth, through the preacher of the story, in the latter half of the book, are the identical things the author was preaching. The first chapters of the story are very largely colored by Mr. Wright's early life, but they are by no means autobiographical. "That Printer of Udell's" was written without thought or intention of offering it for publication.
Then, as he lit his cigar, "We might fix things in another way though, if you only had the nerve." "How?" asked Frank, eagerly. "That printer of Udell's has some papers in his possession that I want. Get them for me and I'll turn over your notes and call it square." Frank looked at his companion in wonder. "What do you mean?" he said at last. "Just what I say. Can't you hear?"
It's time he was thinking about a wife too. He must be well on toward forty." "Oh dear no; he can't be more than thirty-five; he was quite young when he went abroad, and you remember that was only five years ago." "Well, well, it's no matter; he's young enough. But does she see much of that printer of Udell's?" "Why, of course not; what a question. She would have nothing to do with him."
Udell's character, of which money-making was by no means the most important, for she had known him ever since the time, when as a long, lank, awkward boy, he had brought her picture cards and bits of bright-colored printing.
"This is the gentle story of the love of a man and a woman in which the vigor of 'That Printer of Udell's, the kindliness of 'The Shepherd of the Hills, the power of 'Dan Matthews' and the grace of 'Barbara Worth' are all woven into a strain more delicate and more beautiful than this great writer has ever before penned. Through this medium has Mr.
Locking the rear door of the office and getting hastily into his rain coat, the old gentleman took his hat and umbrella from the rack and stepped out into the storm. As he was trudging along through the wet, his mind still on business, a gleam of light from the window of Udell's printing office caught his eye.
I'm Yes, there's another;" as the telephone rang. "Hello! Yes, this is Udell's job office We have the matter set up and will send you proof as soon as possible I'm sorry, but we are doing the best we can Yes all right I'll get at it right away three o'clock can't possibly get it out before" bang! He hung up the receiver. "I tell you this is making me thin.
"None of your business," replied Dick, curtly. "I'm that girl's friend. Go to the other side of the street." "Ho, I know you now," cried the other. "You're that bum printer of Udell's. Get out of my way. That girl's a lady and I'm a gentleman. She don't go with tramps. I'll see her home myself." Dick spoke again. "You may be a gentleman, but you are in no condition to see anybody home.
"Thank you," the poor fellow tried to say, as he staggered toward the kind-hearted infidel, and then, as he fell, Dick's outstretched fingers just touched Udell's feet. It was a strange coincidence that the Rev. James Cameron should have preached his sermon on "The Church of the Future," the Sunday following the incidents which have been related in the preceding chapters.
And if you have any printing that must be done at Udell's, send it by Frank, or someone. You understand, I forbid you to have any conversation whatever with that man. I'll see if such fellows are going to work themselves into my family." Amy's face grew crimson again.
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