The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1891-10-18
SIR EDWIN ARNOLD.
Visit to Poet and Editor i'm Lon.
don Telegraph" Office.
ANXIOUS TO SEE AMERICA.
Woman's Chances in JournaIism-Bette
Newspaper illustrations in Future
Success in England and America.

LONDON, Oct. Especial Correspond
emit. High noon in Fleet street. 1t is a
crisp day. The sun comes down brightly
on the thoroughfare where great Sam
Johnson; foolish and lovabIe Goldsmith ;.
that prince among truthful reporters, Bos-
we'll; inimitable Gsrrick mighty Burke.
and host of others toiled their way in
times long past.
Fleet street can never be anything but
interesting to Americans, just as it is dear
to all Englishmen.
Those of US who have read of its inns and
coffee houses, where struggling literary
men met In the long ago, or of the Fleet
prison. or the Fleet marriages that
walter Besant has written so we'll about.
or OF hundred and one things that
nave made the old thoroughfare,
can but feel that he is jostling
musty but interesting ghosts of the days
that may never come again, as he
makes his way along. But when turned
into Peterborough court, it was no ghost
that came upon, but a very substantial
affair OF the present in the shape of sign
that told me that here were the offices of
the London Daily Telegraph. l had re-
celved kind note from Sir Edwin Arnold
inviting me to call upon him for chat.
The note ran thus:
II have not much time to devote to inter-
views, but can spare you at least few
minutes, although am very busy man"
Sir Edwin Arnold, poet, scholar, diplo-
mat and journalist, is the powerful chief
OF the Daily Telegraph, the most widely
circulated newspaper in Great Britain.
A young man in the business offices of
a no IL 4 n
received me blandly and looked upon me
somewhat pityingly when / told him who
| wished to see. Still he took nv card
and disappeared. When he returned he
respectfully requested me to accompany
him and felt that / had grown several
inches in his estimation. He showed me
at once to the great editors sanctum or at
least to part of it.
Sir Edwin was temporarily engaged"
my guide exclaimed. 'Would I wait for
short timer
Of course l would and did and mean
while examined my surroundings. A
cheerful fire burned in the CRATE There
was comfortable looking leather-covered
sofa on one side of the room and three or
four chairs. Near one of the windows
stood table and it is at this that the
edltor works.
1t was rather disappointing, this SIM
plicity, for report has had it that Sir
Edwin has long been enamored of the
glories of Indian palaces and the luxuries
of far Japan. There was nothing here to
suggest this. If these signs went for any
thing, this office was the workroom of a
plain practical business man.
While | was thus inspecting the sanctum
of the editor, door opened and the man
sought was before me. Sir Edwin's feat
ures have been 80 often depicted that it is
unnecessary for me to describe them at
this time. One would scarcely take him to
be nearly 60 years of age, from his appear
ance, he carries his age so well. Evidently
hard work has not injured him to any ap-
preciable extent.
If there existed any process by which
the manners of a man might be photo
graphed as his face may be, should hasten
to give a reproduction of those of Sir
Edwin Arnold.
Most men if they had written such
poetry as this man has, if they were the
head of one of the most powerful news
papers in the world, a favorite in the inner
circles of the court of Great Britain, a
friend of more kings and emperors than
one has time to calculate, besides being a