The anti-monopolist. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1874-1878, 1875-04-22
them all when gave them to him, I
wrote: ITO my first and best friend in

/ had kept Murray-son Of the great t
Murray, Byron's friend-to the last. t
had said to myself: ssThis man, what
ever the others may do, will stand up for q
the bridge that brought him over. he i
will read my papers and publish them. Z
When all else had failed, I had gone to
Murray. the first day only walked up 6
and down the street, looked at the house.
ann went home greatly encouraged and
feeling perfectly confident. There is .
butcher shop adjoining this great publish
ing house, No. 81 ALTERNATE street, with
a row Of mutton hanging always before it.
I never counted them, but know there
are lust fourteen and there is always a
man. in a white apron, and long steel
swinging between his legs. walking Sp
and down in front of them.
The second day I had gone into the
house and spoken bravely to the clerk.
SIS Mr.. Murray in ~ IL
"Mr. Murray is in. Will you step up.
Nv heart beat like pheasant in for
est. For the first time | was to meet
great publisher face to face.
ssNo. no, thank you; not to-day. Will
come tomorrow. Tomorrow at precise
w this time.'' And hurried out OF the
house, crossed the street, took long look
at it, and went home the happiest man IN
London.
had come next day an hour before
nv time. But did not enter. watch
ed the clock at the Piccadilly corner and
came in first, as I had agreed. | think
the clerk had forgotten that had ever
been there. For my part, had renem'
bered nothing else.
The great Murray came down-a tall.
lean man, bald, with one bad eye. and q
habit of taking sight at you behind his
long. thin foreigners, which he holds up
as he talks excitedly and shakes all the
time, either in his face or your own; ana
I was afraid of him from the first and
wanted to get away.
He took me up stairs when told him
had book all about the great West OF
America; and there he showed me many
things ofByron--Byron's mother. among
the rest, a stout, red-faced woman, with
! awful fat arms and lew, black curls about
a low, narrow brow.
\ ventured to say she. looked good-na-
a tured. =,
: save. now, don't you know she could
i SHE poker at your head don't you
know q
|. And the great Murray wagged his I'M
Il ger in her face as he said this, quite
4 ignoring me, my presence, or my opinion
Then he spun about on his heel te
where ] stood in the background, and
taking sight at me behind his long, lear
~ finger:
:: u aNow, young man, let US see what YOU
l. have got -, ;.
= / drew forth my first love and laid i
= timidly in his hand.
He held his head to one side, fippet
the leaves, looked in, jerked his heat
is back. looked in again, twisted his heas
ne like q giraffe, and lifted his long finger.
AYE, now, don't you know poetr.
'n won't do, don't you know!
ne but will you not read it, please =!
pt "No, no, no! No use, no use, don
you know .
Preached my hand, took the despise
r sheets, and in moment was in the stree
.. wild, shaking my fist at that house no
= - and then as stopped in my fight an
y, turned to look back with sort OF mel
=. vous fear that he had followed me.
III think was half crazed when got
Fleet street. did so want to sec SON
ev- one-to get some counsel, some KIN
loe word.
ew | saw the sign Of Punch and entere'
lao .1s the editor in I"
me twill you send your card =
'ed How my heart beat again. How ! d
ce, hope he was not in. and how glad ! vi
sh- when that boy cxme back with his
The comic eNot in, sir" yet delivered in SUI
way that knew perfectly we'll that
m was in, but wouldn't see you.
inn Iwent on. A group Of people stood
the t.e sidewalk looking at the comic p
mes lures in q window. 1t Was the Fun (
rry fice. pushed my way Loldly throul
wr, the crowd and entered.
lay lis the editor in
"What name, sir :"
had mo name; he would not know q
ing Tell him man from America wishes
rty see him"
ven .Come this ~ay, sir. Mr.. Hood Y
Of see you
As We went on through the shelves
hts books and papers I wondered II :
nee. Hood was any relative Of the great,
title greatest, the saddest, lightest, best
hat morist that has ever been. 1t WAS
cept only son. Now that he is dead and lea
no children the name is no more.
nan. What in the world made this man 50 X
and to me never could make out. But Fl
al that day till yesterday he stood to
ears like ! tower. The tall, manly fellow,
and handsomest man in London, cut d.
her yesterday just on the edge Of forty. !.
ever seems to me now shall never want
not work any more, for shall miss his pr
,rget al the time whatever / may do. Il
the first took him everything. "
. patient man he was- l do not nov
yes overvorked q he was al the time,
i to he managed to put mp with I'll Of my
rests nd plans and demands took NY
en-. fruits 70 him. On his shelves are q
md hooks iron the last three years, ~