As Richard was then but twenty-six, his appointment to his new editorial duties came as a distinct honor.

The two years that Richard had spent on The Evening Sun had been probably the happiest he had ever known.

He really loved New York, and at this time Paris and London held no such place in his affections as they did in later years.

And indeed there was small reason why these should not have been happy years for any young man.
At twenty-six Richard had already accomplished much, and his name had become a familiar one not only to New Yorkers but throughout the country.

Youth and health he had, and many friends, and a talent that promised to carry him far in the profession he loved.