Courage?
Why, it needed the courage of a millionaire to light a cigar with a $1,000 check! The office boy, who came in then, was salvation.

The managing editor wanted to see me.

I sprang up with alacrity; anything but the sight of that figure 1 and the three demon eyes of that $1,000 check! "Winthrop," said the managing editor to me as I entered his office, "you've got to go to London.

Hillars has gone under----" "Not dead!" I cried.
"No, no! He has had to give up work temporarily on account of drink.
If it was any other man I'd throw him over in short order.

But I feel sorry for Hillars, and I am going to give him another chance.