Well, I met him the other day in New Orleans, and I incidentally spoke of my intention to sell my paper.

He said that he would buy it.

I told him that I would make him a present of it, but he resentfully replied that he was not a beggar.

I came back with him to Chicago, and afraid that any interference might offend him, I told you that you should have nothing to do with the transaction.

He has an ambition to become known as a newspaper man, and he foolishly believes that I am a great journalist.