A story of Paris. In order to prove his real worth, an author gives up his identity and takes steerage passage to Europe to start over again in the bohemian life of the Latin Quarter of Paris. A piquant and delightful experiment in fiction,--a grown-up fairy tale; an adventure in simplicity.
er went off to Europe, and the bank got after me. Well, you'll go on the note, then?"
"Yes, on one condition."
"Hum! Condition! What?" he demanded anxiously.
"Well," I said. "I believe one good turn deserves another. Now I was down at the bank this morning, and I know you're in rather a hole about that renewal. Backers for thousand dollar notes aren't picked up so easily. However, I'm willing to go on it if you'll"--here I paused deliberately, "give my last book a good write up in your next Compass causerie."
His face fell. "I'm afraid--you see, I've promised Vaine--"
"Oh, hang Vaine! Sidetrack him."
"But--there's the policy of the paper--"
"Oh, well, I'll buy a controlling interest, and alter your policy. But, as a matter of fact, you know they'll print anything over your name."
"Yes--well, there are my own standards, the ideals I have fought for--"
"Rot! Look here, Quince, let's be honest. We're both in the writing game for what we can