t raised
his eyes and went on with his blue pencil. I said "There's nothing in
that story, sir, the man will get well, and the woman is his wife."

"Make two sticks of it," said McCloy, "and then go back to the
Jefferson police court."

When I sat down at my old desk, and began to write the copy boy came
and stood beside me and when I had finished the first page, snatched
it. I had to explain I was only taking notes.

At The Journal, Sam Chamberlain who used to pay me $500 a story,
touched me on the shoulder as I was scribbling down notes, and said
"Hearst says to take you back at $17 a week." I said "I'm worth $18 and
I can't come for less." So he brought up the business manager and had a
long wrangle with him as to whether I should get $18. The business
manager, a Jew gentleman, didn't know me from Adam, and seriously tried
to save the paper a dollar a week. When the reporters and typewriter
girls began to laugh, he got very mad. It was very funny how soothing
was the noise of the presses, and the bells and typewriters and men
yelling "Copy!" and "Damn the boy!" I could write better than if I had
been in the silence of the farm. It was like being able to sleep as
soon as the screw starts.

DICK.

CHAPTER XVI

THE CONGO

During the winter of 1907 the world rang with the reports of the
atrocities in the Congo, and Robert J. Collier, of Collier's Weekly,
asked Richard to go to the Congo and make an investigation. I do not
believe that my brother was ever in much sympathy with the commission,
as he did not feel that he could afford the time that a thorough
investigation demanded. However, with his wife he sailed for Liverpool
on January 5, 1907, and three weeks later started for Africa.
Regarding this trip, in addition to the letters he wrote to his family,
I also quote from a diary which he had just started and which he
conscientiously continued until his death.

From diary of January 24th, 1907. Last day in London. Margaret Frazer
offered me gun from a Captain Jenkins of Nigeria. Instead bought
Winchester repeating, hoping, if need it, get one coast. Lunched
Savoy-Lynch, Mrs. Lynch, her sister--very beautiful girl. In afternoon
Sam Sothern and Margaret came in to say "Good bye." Dined at Anthony
Hope's--Barrie and Mrs. Barrie and Jim Whigham. Mrs. Barrie looking
very well, Barrie not so well. As silent as ever, only talked once
during dinner when he told us about the first of his series