uring the thirty years of our acquaintance.
As I rose to go he gave me the manuscript of his new novel, The Leatherwood God, and said, "Read it and tell me what you think of it " This I gladly undertook to do.
Roosevelt, who had his office in the Metropolitan Magazine at this time, asked me to look in upon him whenever I had the leisure. "I come in every morning from Oyster Bay and spend a good part of each day in my office," he said.
It was difficult for me to visualize this man (whose reputation was world-wide and whose power had been greater than that of almost any other American) coming and going on suburban trains and in the street cars like any other citizen Notwithstanding his great distinction, he remained entirely democratic in habit.
Several people were waiting to see him as I entered the outer office, and I was reminded of my visits to the White House. He was still the uncrowned king. When admitted to his room, I found him looking distinctly older than at our previous me