Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1905-06-20

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your best
Before he had given me this injunc-
ton he had dipped his pen and begun
to write hurriedly. If l had known
him longer /. should have known that
while he had been talking to me that
tireless mind of his had summoned
him to Its service went out in high
spirits and sat down moment on one
Of the benches in the little park near
by to think it all over. He was going
to measure my judgment, my skill as
a writer, my resources. Rats said
to myself thoughtfully. / had read
much about them. They infested the
ships, they overran the wharfs, they
trayersed the sewers. An inspiration
came to me. I started for the water
front, asking my way every block or
two. Near the East river met a po-
liceman-a big, husky. good hearted
Irishman.
"Can you tell me-" said, "who can
give me information about rats7"
"Rats7" he repeated. what d. ye
wan t know about thim?n
Everything" said. They've just
given me job on the New York Trib-
une," added proudly.
He smiled good naturally. He had
looked through me at a glance.
Just say Tribune" he said. 'eYe
don't have t say New York Tribune
here. Come along VII me-"
He took me to dozen or more OF the
dock masters.
give I'm lift, my hearty he said
to the frst Of them. 'HeS green
hand"
! have never forgotten the kindness
OF that Irishman, whom came to
know we'll in good time. Remembering
that day and others, always greeted
him with hearty "God bless the
Irish!" every time passed him, and
he would answer, "Amen. an save yer
riverince."
he did not leave me until ! was on
my way home loaded with fact and
fable and good dialect with q SAVIOR Of
the sea in it.
Hope and Uncle Eb were sitting to-
gether in his room when I returned.
Guess I've got job" I said, Try
Ing to be very cool about it
"a job" said Hope eagerly as she
rose. "Where?"
with Mr.. Horace Greeley" I an
swered, my voice betraying my ex-
element.
"Jerusalemw said Uncle Eb. els 1t
possible|
"That's grandr' said Hope. "Tell
us about it,
Then told them Of my interview
with the great editor and Of what I
had done since.
Eye done wonderfulr' said Uncle Eb,
and Hope showed quite as much pleas
ure in her own sweet way.
I was for going to my room and be.
ginning to write at once, but Hope
said it was time to be getting ready
for dinner.
When we came down at hah after 8
we were presented to our host and the
guests Of the evening men
land women In full dress-and young
Mr.. Livingstone was among them.
felt rather cheap in my frock coat, al
though had thought 1t grand enough
for anybody on the day Of my grad
uation. Dinner announced. the gentle
men rose and offered escort to the la
dies. and Hope and Mrs. Fuller reliev-
ed our embarrassment by conducting
us to our seats-women are 20 deft in
those little difficulties.
The dinner was not more formal
than that Of every evening in the Full
Ter home-for its master was rich
man Of some refinement Of taste-and
not at all comparable to the splendid
hospitality one may see every day at
the table Of a modern millionaire. But
It did seem very wonderful to Us, then,
with its fine hammered servants. it's
flowers, Its abundant silver. Hope had
written much to her mother Of the de-
tails Of department at John Fullers
table, and Elizabeth had delicately I'M
parted to US the things we ought to
know. We behaved well. have sincs
been told, although we got credit for
poorer appetites than we possessed.
Uncle Eb took no chances and refused
everything that had a look Of mystery
and suggestion Of peril, dropping
droll remark betimes that sent ripple
Of amusement around the table.
John Trumbull sat opposite me, and
even then felt curious interest in
him-a big, full bearded man, quite six
feet tall, his skin and eyes dark, his
hair iron gray, his voice deep like Da-
vid's. I could not get over the impress
sion that had seen him before-a feel
ing l have had often facing men I
could never possibly have met. No
word came out of his firm mouth un-
less he We're addressed, and then all in
hearing listened to the little he had to
say. 1t was never more than, some
very simple remark. In his face and
form and voice there was abundant
heraldry Of rugged power and oxlike
vitality.
have seen bronze head Of Daniel
Webster, which, with a full beard
and an ample covering Of gray hair,
would have given one fairly per-
feet idea Of the look Of John Trum-
bull. Imagine it on tall and power
full body, and let it speak with
voice that has in it the deep and mu-
steal vibration one may hear in the
looing Of an OK and you shall see as
perfectly us my feeble words can help
you to do this remarkable man who
must hereafter play before you his
part-compared to which mine is as
the prattle of child-in this drama of
Gods truth.
"You have not heard" said Mrs.
Fuller, addressing me, ''how Mr..
Trumbull saved Homes life"