"
"You have! Then you have done splendidly. By the way, Harry, I
received the paper you sent, containing your essay. It does you
credit, my boy."
Mr. Anderson, who was sitting at his desk, caught the last words.
"What is that, Harry?" he asked. "Have you been writing for the
papers?"
Harry blushed.
"Yes, sir," he replied. "I have written two or three articles for
the 'Boston Weekly Standard.'"
"Indeed! I should like to see them."
"You republished one of them in the 'Gazette,' Mr. Anderson," said
Ferguson.
"What do you refer to?"
"Don't you remember an article on 'Ambition,' which you inserted some
weeks ago?"
"Yes, it was a good article. Did you write it, Walton?"
"Yes, air."
"Why didn't you tell me of it?"
"He was too bashful," said Ferguson.
"I am glad to know that you can write," said the editor. "I shall
call upon you for assistance, in getting up paragraphs occasionally."
"I shall be very glad to do what I can," said Harry, gratified.
"Harry is learning to be an editor," said Ferguson.
"I will give him a chance for practice, then," and Mr. Anderson
returned to his exchanges.
"By the way, Oscar," said Harry, "I am not a printer's devil any
longer. I am promoted to be a journeyman."
"I congratulate you, Harry, but what will Fitz do now? He used to
take so much pleasure in speaking of you as a printer's devil.
Pages:
121
122
123
124
125
126
127
128
129
130
131
132
133
134
135
136
137
138
139
140
141
142
143
144
145