We shall draw a veil over the last interview between Sam
and Marian. She was proficient in the art of saying farewell, and
nothing was lacking on this occasion to contribute to its romantic
effect. They parted in tears, but they were tears of hope and joy.
Cleary met Sam at the station in the city and took him to a modest
hotel.
"It's going to be bigger thing than I thought," he said, as they sat
down together for a good talk in the hotel lobby, after Sam had made
himself at home in his room. "I'm going to run a whole combination.
I've got in with a man who's a real genius. His name's Jonas. He
represents the brewers' trust, and he's going out to start saloons with
chattel mortgages on the fixtures. It's a big thing by itself. But then
besides that he's got orders to apply for street-railroad franchises
wherever he can get them, and he is going to start agencies to sell
typewriters and bicycles and some patent medicines, and I don't know
what else. You see he wanted to represent the Consolidated Press as a
sort of business agent, and _The Daily Lyre_ belongs to the
Consolidated, and that's the way I came across him. The fact is he
represents pretty much all the capital in the country. It's a big
combination. I'll boom him and you, and you'll help us, and then we can
get in on the ground floor with him in anything we like. It's a good
outlook, isn't it, hey? Have you got your commission yet?"
"No," said Sam, "not yet.
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