was a Massachusetts
fellow."

"We might. We haven't a photograph, have we? If we haven't, perhaps we
can get one."

The photograph was obtained--bribery and corruption of the Orham
photographer--and, accompanied by a reprint of the Lusitania poem,
appeared in the "Magazine Section" of the Sunday newspaper. With these
also appeared a short notice of the young poet's death in the service of
his country.

That was the beginning. At the middle of that week Conway sent another
dispatch. The editor who received it took it into the office of the
Sunday editor.

"Say," he said, "here are more particulars about that young chap
Speranza, the one we printed the special about last Sunday. He must have
been a corker. When his lieutenant was put out of business by a shrapnel
this Speranza chap rallied the men and jammed 'em through the Huns like
a hot knife through butter. Killed the German officer and took three
prisoners all by himself. Carried his wounded lieutenant to the rear
on his shoulders, too. Then he went back into the ruins to get another
wounded man and was blown to slivers by a hand grenade. He's been cited
in orders and will probably be decorated by the French--that is,
his memory will be. Pretty good for a poet, I'd say. No 'lilies and
languors' about that, eh?"

The Sunday editor nodded approval.

"Great stuff!" he exclaimed. "Let me have that dispatch, will you, when
you've finished. I've just discovered that this young Speranza's father
was Speranza, the opera baritone. You remember him? And his mother was
the daughter of a Cape Cod sea captain. How's that? Spain, Cape Cod,
opera, poetry and the Croix de Guerre. And have you looked at the young
fellow's photograph? Combination of Adonis and 'Romeo, where art thou.'
I've had no less than twenty letters about him and his poetry already.
Next Sunday we'll have a special 'as is.' Where can I get hold of a lot
of his poems?"

The "special as was" occupied an entire page. A reporter had visited
South Harniss and had taken photographs of the Snow place and some of
its occupants. Captain Zelotes had refused to pose, but there was a
view of the building and yards of "Z. Snow and Co." with the picturesque
figure of Mr. Issachar Price tastefully draped against a pile of boards
in the right foreground. Issy had been a find for the reporter; he
supplied the latter with every fact concerning Albert which he could
remember and some that he invented on the spur of the m