ons of
greater or less value. Always his counsel was for peace and policy.

"Keep in with the business element, Boyee. Remember all the time that
Worthington is a business city, the liveliest little business city
between New York and Chicago. Business made it. Business runs it.
Business is going to keep on running it. Anybody who works on a
different principle, I don't care whether it's in politics or journalism
or the pulpit, is going to get hurt. I don't deny you've braced up the
'Clarion.' People are beginning to talk about it already. But the best
men, the moneyed men, are holding off. They aren't sure of you yet.
Sometimes I'm not sure myself. Every now and then the paper takes a
stand I don't like. It goes too far. You've put ginger into it. I have
to admit that. And ginger's a good thing, but sugar catches more flies."

The notion of a breakfast to the staff met with the Doctor's instant
approval.

"That's the idea!" said he "I'll come to it, myself. Lay down your
general scheme and policy to 'em. Get 'em in sympathy with it. If any of
'em aren't in sympathy with it, get rid of those. Kickers never did any
business any good. You'll get plenty of kicks from outside. Then, when
the office gets used to your way of doing things, you can quit wasting
so much time on the news and editorial end."

"But that's what makes the paper, Dad."

"Get over that idea. You hire men to get out the paper. Let 'em earn
their pay while you watch the door where the dollars come in.
Advertising, my son: that's the point to work at. In a way I'm sorry you
let Sterne out."

The ex-editor had left, a fortnight before, on a basis agreeable to
himself and Hal, and McGuire Ellis had taken over his duties.

"Certainly you had no reason to like Sterne, Dad."

"For all that, he knew his job. Everything Sterne did had a dollar
somewhere in the background. Even his blackmailing game. He worked with
the business office, and he took his orders on that basis. Now if you
had some man whom you could turn over this news end to while you're
building up a sound advertising policy--"

"How about McGuire Ellis?"

Dr. Surtaine glanced over to the window corner where the associate
editor was somnambulantly fighting a fly for the privilege of continuing
a nap.

"Too much of a theorist: too much of a knocker."

"He's taught me what little I know about this business," said Hal. "Hi!
Wake up, Ellis. Do you know you've got to make a speech in an hou