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were now after him. His rate would have to go up, and all that sort of thing. He liked me, and The Athenian, but one must grow, and there were wider fields for him to

d-So, who had a mansion on Fifth Avenue; and he indicated that he often dined there now. They had met in the Orient, and Reggie was a corker, too,

nd coldly I told him to go to the dickens. Our magazine had existed without him once upon a ti

attitude

ntinue to give you something now and again. After all, I've got a

-assurance. I remember paying the check very grandiloquently, and leaving

utterly unimportant to him that afternoon. He had moved to higher circles; and after all I was only a struggling young editor, who dressed rather badly-; all right for certai

r other magazines. He had brought out one more novel, "The Orange Sunset," and it had gone far better than the first, which must have heartened him and given him a fresh impetus. He changed book publishers, too-went to a smarter firm who did much for him in the way of publicity. And special

the latter had died in harness at his desk-heard, in that mysterious way that newspaper men hear everything, that Shelby was in the ill-fated city when the earth rocked on th

alked it over, and we concluded t

the great adventure he has been l

eks later he blew into town, and again

nswer my wire?" h

see, Stanton, old top, the thing got me too deeply. I ju

. It was the craven in Shelby that had shocked the meretricious Shelby into insens

w from people who had been at the same hotel where he was stopping when the great shock came. He ran through the corridors like a frightened doe, in pajamas of silk, with wo

gest thing that ever came into his little life! Do you wonder that we cared even less for him after that? That