The paper, with its burden of news and gossip, had just been put to
press, and I strolled out of the hot, clanking room to catch a sight of
the cool morning stars, and a whiff of the dew-laden breezes of the
dawn.
Silhouetted against the intercepted stars, I saw a tall and striking
form, standing like a statue on the corner.
As I came out of the door the figure approached.
“Is this the _Herald_ office, sir?”
“Yes, sir. Can I serve you in any way?”
“Well—” hesitating for an instant, and then speaking boldly and sharply,
“I wanted to know if you could not trust me for a few papers?”
“I suppose so; walk in to the light.”
I shall never forget the impression Dobbs made on me that night, as we
two walked in from the starlight to the glare of the gas-burners.