As it was, the editor yielded.
"I may break over my rule in the case of your friend," said the editor; "but he must be satisfied with a very small sum for the present." "Anything will satisfy me, sir," said Harry, eagerly.
"Your story will fill two columns.

I commonly pay two dollars a column for such articles, if by practised writers.

I will give you half that." "Thank you, sir.

I accept it," said Harry, promptly.
"In a year or so I may see my way clear to paying you more, Mr.
Walton; but you must consider that I give you the opportunity of winning popularity, and regard this as part of your compensation, at present." "I am quite satisfied, sir," said Harry, his heart fluttering with joy and triumph.

"May I write you some more sketches ?" "I shall be happy to receive and examine them; but you must not be disappointed if from time to time I reject your manuscripts." "No, sir; I will take it as a hint that they need improving." "I will revise my friend's stories, sir," said Oscar, humorously, "and give him such hints as my knowledge of the world may suggest." "No doubt such suggestions from so mature a friend will materially benefit them," said the editor, smiling.
He opened his pocket-book, and, drawing out a two-dollar bill, handed it to Harry.
"I shall hope to pay you often," he said, "for similar contributions." "Thank you, sir," said Harry.
Feeling that their business was at an end, the boys withdrew.