New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1874-11-27

zeal education tells there! That magnificent
'piece of his, now, on the Credit Mobilier busl-
"ness, that ended with 'Qus custodiet ipsos
"custOdesV That was neat, Sir, neat. Pm not
surprised New York has got him. 1t swallows
cup the brain of the country, Sir"
McVey sitting in his dsmantled Office Che
was TO leave in the midnight train) felt 1T
was time that his brain found its true work in
New-York. He was quite assured of the vigOr
of his logic, the deicacy OF his taste. the breadth
of his culture. "sIen," he told his wife, "with
"half my ability have coined fortunes in
"New-Yo and Philadelphia. The kings OF
journalism began without shoes to their
feet Here am !, grown gray headed with
doing out ideas to these village folks, and
" what has it paid7 The house cost $780,
"and that with the $1,000 in bank is the sum
I" total of my life's work." ave have lived
every comfortably" ventured Mary. "The
children have always been well fed and
clothed, and now tho boys are through col
"lege and ready to go into business. Could
"you have done better in New-IoIk!" You
/" sha. see, you shall sccw smiling. o. settled
&c the house and bank stock on you to-day, Molly
at 5 but drop in the bucket compared to
what we will have two years from now"
McVey meant to leave his wife and children
behind for the first year of his venture. by
that time the golden flood would have begun.
New-York would have discovered the quality
of man who had come to it at this late day.
He looked about his Office now large, airy
room, opening at the back into garden
where he had raised vegetables; Dicby, the
local editor, and the three printers going out
to weed with him when slack of work. Ia
the closet still lay some mammoth pumpkins,
two or three sacks of flour and barrels OF
potatoes which old DurbOrow had brought In
to pay for his advertisement. "a miserably
"petty way Of doing business" he thought.
He took up a copy of The Ne,cs there were
the funeral verses, kept in type to serve for
every death; there were the giarinS head
lines, " Burning of Major Shanks's barn! In
"cendiarism stalks rampant in our midst ="
the report Of Miss Prices school examination
and The s0ul-stirrng path0s of the valedlctoTy
the Jokes about our gallant friend Joe Dutton's
visits to Crows Creek, and q certain young
lady there. How small it was-stale, provin-
cial No wonder his brain had contracted in
such ilil bounds "No, God knows it has MT
pau. CIICu .IC ~ tld5iS1AJ, ''AAAiH7 Va N@N
ten talents buried in this napkin.
McVoy did not come to this city as do the
majority of adventures, with but the chance
Of good luck or work. Wood (whO left lar
rytown twenty years ago, and who was re-
putcd to have acquired a princey fortune
hcre) had obtained position for him on Ihe
Clarion, Il new paper just started, with an
"im-mense capital TO back it," he wrote,
"and party influence" Wood met him at the
ferry. "Come up. Wen give you shake
"down,n he said. "Our girls are at boarding
"school, so we can afford TO keep house in
"town.r The "hOuse" turned out to be two
rooms in the third story of a Snowy looking
building, furnished with sofas that turned
into beds, and tables that were wardrobes
and a bookcase that resolved itself into gas
stove and canned soups, rancid butter, and
meat, with which Mrs. Wood cooked. their
supper, washing up the dishes and then seat
ing herself in full dress. What would Mary,
with her great cellars and pantries full OF
stores for Winter use, think OF this sham
show this tid-bit, hand-tOmouth way of life
eve have to econOmze," said Wood; "my
"incOme does MT run over $4,000, and what
with the girls schooling and rents. Scr
McVey's salary had never been One-tenth that
sum; but compared to this his home had
been luxurious IA that of an Irish king.
Wood handed him a little newspaper.
as that The ClariOn?' cried McYey
in dismay. "There Is no room there for a
"man to show ability" "You'ye no idea Of
"the money required to carry paper of even
"this size. 1t is to be tcrse, brilliant epigram-
q. ~ in tho off
of The Clarion, found himself showed about
as the New-Zcaander in London. He had
been wont to lucubrate for days over his
weekly "leaders y here, the manager thrust
dispatch at him at midnight and called for
copy in an hour. His rounded periods were
locked, his wit voted heavy, his gods and
goddesses laughed at by these clever touch
and-go lads no older than his sons. He was
asked to resign at last. Since last May he
has haunted the newspaper offices, struggling
to get in as news editor, dramatic critic, re-
porter, earning five dollars now and then by
an odd letter or book notice. He has been in
Lack of meal sometimes i'll and friendess
even with the salary of The ClariOn's
"'chcf,o he wrote to Mary, 81 could not
Support you here"
A fortnight ago committee from larTytOWn
offered him The NecS again, and he went back
a gaunt, haggard, but happy man. He took a
square meal of Mary's turkeys, pies, and in
Vulnerable preserves, surrounded by his rosy
girls and boys, and went down to the Office.
The big wooden chair opened its arms to well
come him, the yellow naples nodded in at
the window; the very sun shining through the
red mist over the hill slopes was full of
friendliness. Every boy and dog knew him
and was glad. There was a state dinner at
the hotel that night to welcome him, and Mac
all G l.. ILL