Clapp and she fell out."
Harry's attention was drawn to a thin, sallow young man of about twenty, who stood at a case on the opposite side of the room.
"Mrs. Anderson was afraid I would set the house on fire," said the young man thus referred to.
"Yes, she felt nervous about it. However, it is not surprising. An uncle of hers lost his house in that way. I suppose you don't smoke, Walton?"
"Clapp smokes for his health. You see how stout and robust he is," said the editor, a little satirically.
"It doesn't do me any harm," said Clapp, a little testily.
"Oh, well, I don't interfere with you, though I think you would be better off if you should give up the habit. Ferguson don't smoke."
This was the other compositor, a man of thirty, whose case was not far distant from Clapp's.
"I can't afford it," said Ferguson; "nor could Clapp, if he had a wife and two young children to support."
"Smoking doesn't cost much," said the younger journe