How glad I was that she could not see me now, as I sat in the hotel
window on two legs of my chair, with my feet on the brass rail, a
figure of dejection. The glamour of my great adventure was gone. I
had come quickly to the waste places of which the Professor had spoken.
When I closed my eyes to the noisome street and the clamor, when I saw
the pines on the ridge-top clear cut against the moonlit sky, when I
heard the whippoorwill calling from the elm and the sheep bleating in
the meadow, I believed that I was marching to barren conquests and
fighting for worthless booty. But I dared not turn back.
In the morning, however, I looked at that same street with different
eyes. The thin, sluggish stream of life had swollen to a mighty
current. The raucous little medley of the night was lost in the
thunders of the awakened city. The towering canyon was swept by the
brightest of suns. I seemed to be standing idle in the midst of the
conflict, and I was eager to plunge into it. So at noon that day I
began my fight. I presented myself at the editorial rooms of _The
Record_ and asked for Mr. Carmody. In my hand I held a letter to him
from Boller, recommending me in such high terms that it seemed highly
improbable that he could refuse me his good offices. To support
Boller's assertions as to my acquirements I had also letters from
Doctor Todd and Mr. Pound. According to Doctor Todd, the journal which
secured the services of David Malcolm was to be congratulated; he
recited my high achievements, my graduation with honors in the largest
class in the history of McGraw, my winning of the junior oratorical
contest with a remarkable oration on "Sweetness and Light." Mr. Pound
was less fulsome in his praises, for he was by nature a pessimistic
man, but he could vouch for my honesty, though, to be frank, he had
been disappointed by my abandoning my purpose to enter the ministry;
yet he had known me from infancy, he had had a little part in the
development of my mind, and he was confident that I needed but the
opportunity to make my mark in any profession.
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