bear up with
what's coming. We've got to bring father around to our way of thinking,
and--"

"Who is it? Who is it?"

"Great Scott! Can't you recognize the voice? It's Hendrik."

Her exasperated nerves made her say, angrily, "I think you are--"

"Don't think I'm conceited, but I know it."

"I feel like telling you--"

"I'll say it for you. Close your ears till I'm done." After a pause:
"I've insulted myself. I love you all the more for it! Grace, you must
be brave! If you survive this next week--"

"My God!" she said, invoking divine aid for the first time since they
moved to Fifth Avenue, thinking of what the newspapers could say.

"He's with us, sweetheart," Hendrik assured her. "Are you an
Episcopalian?"

"Yes!" she replied before she could think of not answering.

"Good! I love you. Wait!"

His voice as he entreated her to wait rang with such anguish that she
irrepressibly asked, "What?"

"_I love you!_"

He left the telephone and gathered together sixty-eight clippings, which
he put in an envelope. He went to a fashionable florist, opened an
account, and ordered some exquisite flowers. They were going to ask for
financial references, but the flowers he ordered were so expensive that
they felt ashamed of their own distrust. He stopped at Valiquet's, where
they hated him so much that they respected him, bought a wonderful gold
vanity-box, inside of which he sent a card. On the card he wrote:

_More than ever!_

H. R.

He sent clippings, flowers, and vanity-box to Miss Goodchild, 777 Fifth
Avenue, by messenger. Charge account.

He sent for Fleming and told him he wished the Public Sentiment Corps to
tackle their first job. H. R. had prepared a dozen letters of protest
which the artists must copy before receiving their day's wages--one copy
for each paper. The letters expressed the writers' admiration, contempt,
approval, abhorrence, indignation, and commendation of the journalistic
treatment of the Goodchild-Rutgers affair. Real names and real addresses
were given. It beat Pro Bono Publico, Old Subscriber, and Decent Citizen
all to pieces. H. R. supplied various kinds of stationery--some with
crests, others very humble. The chirography was different. That alone
was art.

The newspapers realized that H. R. had become news. The public wanted to
read about him. The papers were the servants of the public. Circulation
was invented for that very purpose.

Not content with the services of the Pu