Before Alexander Starbuck returned the leading editor of the paper fell from a ferryboat crossing the Ohio River and was drowned.

The next day General Starbuck sent for me and offered me the vacant place.
"Why, general," I said, "I am an outlawed man: I do not agree with your politics.

I do not see how I can undertake a place so conspicuous and responsible." He replied: "I propose to engage you as an editorial manager.

It is as if building a house you should be head carpenter, I the architect.

The difference in salary will be seventy-five dollars a week against fifteen dollars a week." I took the place.
II The office of the Evening Times was a queer old curiosity shop.