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Vanney privately reflected that there was no need of this: he intended to call up the editor-in-chief and suggest the unsuitability of the candidate for a place, however humble, on the staff of a highly respectable and suitably respectful daily. Which he did. The message was passed on to Mr. Gordon, and, in his large and tolerant soul, decently interred.
The surplus would go to the saloons." "Then why not wipe out the saloons?" "I am not the Common Council of Sippiac," returned Mr. Vanney dryly. "Aren't you?" retorted Banneker even more dryly. The other frowned. "What else?" "Well; the housing. You own a good many of the tenements, don't you?" "The company owns some." "They're filthy holes." "They are what the tenants make them."
From Banneker's reply, there grew out a pleasantly purposeless conversation, which afforded the newcomer opportunity to decide that he did not like this Mr. Vanney, sleek, smiling, gentle, and courteous, as well as he had the brusque old tyrant of the wreck. That green-whiskered autocrat had been at least natural, direct, and unselfish in his grim emergency work.
"I haven't." "Well. Er hum! Journalism, eh? A er brilliant profession!" "You think well of it?" "I have many friends among the journalists. Fine fellows! Very fine fellows." The instinctive tone of patronage was not lost upon Banneker. He felt annoyed at Mr. Vanney. Unreasonably annoyed. "What's the matter with journalism?" he asked bluntly. "The matter?" Mr. Vanney was blandly surprised.
One thing of which the managing editor of The Ledger was not tolerant was interference from without in his department. Before allowing his man to leave, Mr. Vanney read him a long and well-meant homily, full of warning and wisdom, and was both annoyed and disheartened when, at the end of it, Banneker remarked: "I'll dare you to take a car and spend twenty-four hours going about Sippiac with me.
He saw no reason for risking a venture which became safer the further it progressed. Furthermore, he disliked direct, unsolicited advice. Ignoring Ives's remark he asked: "How are his investments going?" Ives grinned again. "Down. Who put him into United Thread? Do you know, sir?" "Horace Vanney. He has been tipping it off quietly to the club lot. Wants to get out from under, himself."
In no wise discountenanced by the matter-of-fact negative, Mr. Vanney, still unsolicited, took a chair. "You would if you read the newspapers," he observed. "I do." "The New York papers," pursued the other, benignly explanatory. "It doesn't matter. I came in to say that I shall make it my business to report your energy and efficiency to your superiors." "Thank you," said Banneker politely.
To hell with all laws and rights that discommode Me and My interests. That's the Vanney platform." "He thinks he ought to have advertised." "Wise guy! So he ought." "To secure immunity?" It required six long, hard puffs to elicit from Edmonds the opinion: "He'd have got it. Partly. Not all he paid for." "Not from The Ledger," said Banneker jealously. "We're independent in that respect."
It was his purpose to take those impressions in person to Mr. Horace Vanney, by the 10 A.M. train. Arriving at the station early, he was surprised at being held up momentarily by a line of guards engaged in blocking off a mob of wailing, jabbering women, many of whom had children in their arms, or at their skirts. He asked the ticket-agent, a big, pasty young man about them.
Banneker left the Vanney offices with a great truth illuminating his brain; to wit, that news, whether presented ingenuously or disingenuously, will always and inevitably be unpopular with those most nearly affected. For while we all read avidly what we can find about the other man's sins and errors, we all hope, for our own, the kindly mantle of silence.
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