"It is a splendid journal!" he cried. "I take it every day, and
especially enjoy its Sunday edition. In fact, it is the only American
newspaper I read. Tell your editor this, and here is my photograph and
my autograph, and a page of my manuscript for reproduction."
He took all these things out of his basque as he spoke.
"I will send you to-morrow," he added, "an original sketch in black and
white of my house, with the receipt of my favorite dish, together with a
recommendation of a nerve tonic that I use. With this will go a complete
set of my works with a few press notices of the same, and the prices
they bring on all book-stands. Good-bye. God bless you!" he concluded,
huskily. "I shall miss my step-daughter as I would an only son. Adieu!"
We parted, and I returned, much affected, to my rooms, while he went
back, I presume, to his mob-ridden home.