It makes me sick--I beg your pardon.

But it does rile me to hear that one of these fellows has called himself a newspaper man.

Of course there are honest and able men in that employment, but they are not to be classed with men whose learning, judgment and strong mental forces make a great newspaper." So new a life sprang into his voice, and so strong a conviction emphasized his manner, that Witherspoon, for the first time, looked on him with a sort of admiration.
"Well, you seem to be loaded on this subject." "Yes, but not offensively so, I hope.

Now, give me the points you want covered." "All right; sit here." Henry took Witherspoon's chair; the merchant walked up and down the room.

The points were agreed upon, and the writer was getting well along with his work when Witherspoon suddenly paused in his walk and said to some one outside: "Show him in here." A pale and restless-looking young man with green neckwear entered the room.