He would--I have always been proud of the fact that I discovered him," I said, turning the conversation as Wolf Larsen stepped on the poop and joined us.

"The editors were afraid of him and the publishers would have none of him.

But I knew, and his genius and my judgment were vindicated when he made that magnificent hit with his 'Forge.'" "And it was a newspaper poem," she said glibly.
"It did happen to see the light in a newspaper," I replied, "but not because the magazine editors had been denied a glimpse at it." "We were talking of Harris," I said to Wolf Larsen.
"Oh, yes," he acknowledged.

"I remember the 'Forge.' Filled with pretty sentiments and an almighty faith in human illusions.

By the way, Mr.Van Weyden, you'd better look in on Cooky.