"And then we came on here to see about it, and spent everything else
that we had in trying to get it back, but we lost our case. And since
then----"
"Well, sister, we are keeping the gentleman. Thank you very much," said
the younger of the two quickly, to which her sister added her thanks as
well. I insisted at first on going further with them, but seeing that
they were evidently anxious to be rid of me, I gave them their bundles
and passed on.
Among the boarders one of those I found most interesting was a young man
named Kalender, by whom I sat at the first meal after my arrival, and
with whom I struck up an acquaintance. He was a reporter for a morning
paper of very advanced methods, and he was pre-eminently a person fitted
for his position: a cocky youth with a long, keen nose and a bullet head
covered with rather wiry, black hair, heavy black brows over keen black
eyes, and an ugly mouth with rather small yellowish teeth. He had as
absolute confidence in himself as any youth I ever met, and he either
had, or made a good pretence of having, an intimate knowledge of not
only all the public affairs of the city, but of the private affairs of
every one in the city. Before we had finished smoking our cigarettes he
had given me what he termed "the lay out" of the entire community, and
by his account it was "the rottenest ---- town in the universe"--a view
I subsequently had reason to rectify--and he proposed to get out of it
as soon as he could and go to New York, which, to his mind, was the only
town worth living in in the country (he having, as I learned later,
lived there just three weeks).
His paper, he said frankly, paid only for sensational articles, and was
just then "jumping on a lot of the high-flyers, because that paid," but
"they" gave him a latitude to write up whatever he pleased, because they
knew he could dress up anything--from a murder to a missionary meeting.
"Oh! it don't matter what you write about," said he airily, "so you know
how to do it"--a bit of criticism suggestive of a better-known critic.
I was much impressed by his extraordinary and extensive experience. In
the course of our conversation I mentioned casually the episode of the
delayed train and the private car.
"The Argands' car, you say?"
I told him that that was what some one had said.
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