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"The men at the Mercury were pleased, too," mused Mr. Queed, looking out
over the landscape. "Do you ever read my articles now?"
"For many years," said Sharlee, evasively, "I have always read the
_Post_ from cover to cover. It's been to me like those books you see in
the advertisements and nowhere else. Grips the reader from the start,
and she cannot lay it down till the last page is turned."
A brief smile appeared in the undisguised eyes. "Do you notice any
distinctions now between me and the Encyclopedia Britannica?"
"Unless you happen to refer to Lombroso or Buckle or Aristotle or
Plato," said Sharlee, not noticing the smile, "I never know whether it's
your article or Colonel Cowles's. Do you mind walking on? It's nearly
time for my car."
"A year ago," said he, "I certainly should not have liked that. I do
now, since it means that I have succeeded in what I set out to do. I've
thought a good deal about that tired bricklayer this summer," he went
on, quite unembarrassed. "By the way, I know one personally now: Timrod
Burns, of the Mercury. Only I can't say that I ever saw Timmy tired.
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