CHAPTER LXXI.

"Ah! another letter from 'Floy,'" said Mr. Walter, as he seated himself

in his office; "now I shall hear how Lescom and Tibbetts & Co. feel

about losing her. 'Floy' had probably told them by the time she wrote,

and they have probably told her that she owes her reputation to them,

called her ungrateful, and all that sort of thing; let us see what she

says."

After reading 'Floy's' letter, Mr. Walter laid it down and began

muttering out his thoughts after his usual fashion. "Just as I expected;

Lescom has worked on 'Floy's' kind heart till she really feels a sort of

necessity not to leave him so abruptly, and requests me as a personal

favor to grant his request, at least for a time; no, no, 'Floy'--not

unless he will pay you five times as much as he pays you now, and allow

you, besides, to write much, or little, as you please; but where is

Lescom's communication? Ruth says he wrote by the same mail--ah, here

it is:

"MR. WALTER:

"SIR,--Mrs. Hall, 'Floy,' informs me that you have engaged her to

write exclusively for the Household Messenger, and that you will

not consent to her writing for any other publication. Perhaps you

are not aware that _I_ was the first to introduce 'Floy' to the

public, and that I have made her reputation what it is. This being

the case, you will not think it strange that I feel as if I had

some claim on her, so long as I pay her as much as she can get

elsewhere. I need not say to you that The Standard is in a very

flourishing condition; its circulation having nearly doubled during

the past year, and that my resources are such as to enable me to

outbid all competitors for 'Floy's' services, if I choose to take

such a course; but I trust you will at once perceive that the

Standard should be made an exception to your contract, and permit

'Floy' still to write for it.

"Respectfully yours, F. LESCOM."

"Well, upon my word," exclaimed Mr. Walter, when he had finished Mr.

Lescom's letter; "if this is not the coolest piece of egotism and

impudence that I ever saw; but it is no use wasting vitality about it.

I will just answer the letter, and let things take their course; I have

the weather-gage of him now, and I'll keep it; he shall have my reply

to digest the first thing in the morning; I'll write to 'Floy' first,

though."

On the designated Thursday, Ruth, according to her promise, called at

the Standard office; something had occurred to detain Mr. Lescom, so she

sat down and opened Mr. Walter's letter, which lay on the table waiting

for her, and read as follows:

"DEAR RUTH:

"I have just finished reading yours and Lescom's letters. Yours has

touched me deeply. It was just like you, but you know little of the

selfishness and humbuggery of some newspaper publishers; you seem

really to think that you ought to write for Mr. Lescom, if he

so much desires it. This is very good of you, and very amiable,

but (forgive my want of gallantry) very foolish. You can now

understand, if you did not before, why I desired you to sign the

contract by return mail. I was afraid if you went to Mr. Lescom, or

Mr. Tibbetts of the Pilgrim, _before signing it_, that they would

impose upon your good womanly heart, and thereby gain an unfair

advantage over you. I wished to surprise you into signing the

contract, that I might have a fair and righteous advantage over

them. And now, 'Floy,' please to leave the whole matter to me.

I shall not consent to your writing for any paper, unless the

proprietors will give you the full value of your articles--what

they are really worth to them. If things turn out as I confidently

expect they will, from your present popularity, you will soon be in

a state of comparative independence. On the next page you will find

a copy of my answer to Mr. Lescom's letter. Please keep me informed

of the happenings at your end of the route.

"Yours most truly, JOHN WALTER."

Ruth then read Mr. Walter's letter to Mr. Lescom, as follows:

"F. LESCOM, Esq.

"SIR,--Your letter in regard to 'Floy,' &c., is at hand. You say,

that perhaps I am not aware that _you_ were the first to introduce

'Floy' to the public, and that _you_ have made her reputation. It

is fortunate for _you_ that she made The Standard the channel of

her first communications to the public. I know this very well,

but I am not aware, nor do I believe, that _you_ have made her

reputation; neither do I think that you believe this yourself. The

truth is simply this; 'Floy' is a genius; her writings, wherever

published, would have attracted attention, and stamped the writer

as a person of extraordinary talent; hence her fame and success,

the fruits of which _you_ have principally reaped. As to 'Floy's'

being under any obligations to you, I repudiate the idea entirely;

the 'obligation' is all on the other side. _She_ has made 'The

Standard,' instead of you making _her_ reputation. Her genius has

borne its name to England, Scotland, Ireland,--wherever the English

language is spoken,--and raised it from an obscure provincial paper

to a widely-known journal. You say that you are wealthy, and can

pay as much as anybody for 'Floy's' services; I wonder this has

never occurred to you before, especially as she has informed you

frequently how necessitous were her circumstances. You also inform

me that the circulation of The Standard has nearly doubled the past

year. This I can readily believe, since it is something more than

a year since 'Floy' commenced writing for it. In reply to your

declaration, 'that in case you are driven to compete for 'Floy's'

services, you can outbid all competitors,' I have only to say that

my contract with her is for one year; on its expiration, 'Floy'

will be at liberty to decide for herself; you will then have an

opportunity to compete for her pen, and enjoy the privilege of

exhibiting your enterprise and liberality.

"Your ob't servant, JOHN WALTER."

Ruth waited some time after reading these letters, for Mr. Lescom to

come in; but, finding he was still unexpectedly detained, she took a

handful of letters, which the clerk had just received by mail for her,

and bent her steps homeward.

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