Excerpt from The Gleaner, Vol. 3: September, 1903 I did not wait to hear any more, but rang off and rushed to my cloak room, and threw on my overcoat, for a chill wind was blowing. In my hurry I placed the lighted end of my cigar in my mouth, whereupon followed an outpour of heated words. The streets were deserted save for the steady tread of the night watchmen as they patrolled their different beats. They gazed at me suspiciously as I jogged along, but what cared I? Editors are always important personages and I had grown used to being stared at. I felt happy over the change of luck. Somebody had proved himself a good Samaritan and had come to my aid when I was about to despair. Who could have called me on the phone? Probably a friend of the Gazette, who was look ing out for its welfare. My busy mind was framing an arousing heading for the new article as I hustled along. How grand it would appear in those large black letters. Now, I am not much of a singer, but in that moment of my joy I sang songs of praise to the Almighty. What cared I if they were not in the correct key, for the Lord accepts all paeans as long as they are from the heart, and mine were from that source. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.