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Adams, Samuel Hopkins, 1871-1958

"Success A Novel"

It was
expensive; it would involve frequent taxi charges. But, as ever,
Banneker had an unreasoning faith in a financial providence of supply.
"Yes: I'll come in," he said. "That is, if I can get in."
"You'll get in, with Poultney Masters for a backer. Otherwise, I'll tell
you frankly, I think your business would keep you out, in spite of your
polo."
"Densmore, there's something I've been wanting to put up to you."
Densmore's heavy brows came to attention. "Fire ahead."
"You were ready to beat me up when I came here to ask you certain
questions."
"I was. Any fellow would be. You would."
"Perhaps. But suppose, through the work of some other reporter, a
divorce story involving the sister and brother-in-law of some chap in
your set had appeared in the papers."
"No concern of mine."
"But you'd read it, wouldn't you?"
"Probably."
"And if your paper didn't have it in and another paper did, you'd buy
the other paper to find out about it."
"If I was interested in the people, I might."
"Then what kind of a sport are you, when you're keen to read about other
people's scandals, but sore on any one who inquires about yours?"
"That's the other fellow's bad luck. If he--"
"You don't get my point. A newspaper is simply a news exchange.


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