It won't be less than a hundred dollars a
page, and may run up to a thousand. It wouldn't be fair to fix the
price ahead. If the articles run say six months, the last article might
be worth ten times as much as the first."
"Yes, it might be better written," said Sam.
"Oh, I don't mean that. But your name might be more of an ad. by
that time."
"I've never written anything to print in my life," said Sam, "and I'm
not sure I can."
"That doesn't make any difference. I'll write them for you. You might
be too modest anyhow. I can't think of a good name for the series. It
ought to be 'The Autobiography of a Hero,' or 'A Modern Washington in
the Cubapines,' or something like that. What do you think?"
"I'm sure I don't know," said Sam. "I must leave that to you. They
sound to me rather too flattering, but if you are sure that is the way
those things are always done, I won't make any objection. You might ask
Mr. Jonas. Where is he?"
"He's going on next week. He's the greatest fellow I ever saw.
Everything he touches turns to gold. He's got his grip on everything in
sight on those blessed islands already. He's scarcely started, and he
could sell out his interests there for a cold million to-day. It's
going to be a big company to grab everything. He's called it the
'Benevolent Assimilation Company, Limited'; rather a good name, I
think, tho perhaps 'Unlimited' would be nearer the truth.
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