'A love story!' said Miss Hull. 'I do wish I had your confidence. I
like a real, true love story.
'A simple stawry it is,' said McClingan, 'and Jam proud of my part
in it. I shall be glad to tell the stawry if you are to hear it.'
We assured him of our interest.
'Well,' said he, 'there was one Tom Douglass at Edinburgh who
was my friend and classmate. We were together a good bit of the
time, and when we had come to the end of our course we both
went to engage in journalism at Glasgow. We had a mighty conceit
of ourselves - you know how it is, Brower, with a green lad - but
we were a mind to be modest, with all our learning, so we made an
agreement: I would blaw his horn and he would blaw mine. We
were not to lack appreciation. He was on one paper and I on
another, and every time he wrote an article I went up and down the
office praising him for a man o' mighty skill, and he did the same
for me. If anyone spoke of him in my hearing I said every word of
flattery at my command. "What Tom Douglass?" I would say, "the
man o' the Herald that's written those wonderful articles from the
law court? A genius, sir! an absolute genius!" Well, we were
rapidly gaining reputation.
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