The acme magazine . quared himself for thenext assault. Please may I look over your dis-patches from San Francisco? he ven-tured at length. Its against the rules, see! thunderedthe boy. If yer want ter know all wevegot, git an extry—out in a minnit. Imtoo busy to tell youse anything. The medium-sized man with the mous-tache, the eyes and the overcoat, wassubdued. He muttered a few words tohis companions and seemed to wait forthe youthful autocrat to relent. One ofthe editors in an adjoining room, attractedby the commotion, at this juncture ap-peared. A glance sufficed to show himwho the man in
The acme magazine . quared himself for thenext assault. Please may I look over your dis-patches from San Francisco? he ven-tured at length. Its against the rules, see! thunderedthe boy. If yer want ter know all wevegot, git an extry—out in a minnit. Imtoo busy to tell youse anything. The medium-sized man with the mous-tache, the eyes and the overcoat, wassubdued. He muttered a few words tohis companions and seemed to wait forthe youthful autocrat to relent. One ofthe editors in an adjoining room, attractedby the commotion, at this juncture ap-peared. A glance sufficed to show himwho the man in the overcoat was and atonce there were hasty and profuse apolo-gies, with information in abundance. Thecallers were Governor Stokes, SupremeCourt Clerk William Riker and son. But the discovery of whom his victimswere, was of no consequence to the officeboy. His spirit was unbroken and hissuperiors breach of discipline was morethan he could stand for. He resignedfrom the True American force the next One winter day, Love stood at the forge— Red were the flames as they leaped inair—I asked of him Hast thou turned smith And what art thou doing there?Love laughed aloud as he answered me I am fashioning human hearts—No two are alike, as thou canst see For I follow when Fancy clang, clang, clang, And I bang, bang, bang,I do as I will, and I oft do ill When Im fashioning human hearts. Then said I to Love, Thourt a cruel elf, Thou dost a most grievous wrong,For thou seekest only to please thyself, Tho master of hammer and wouldst thou do, if thou framsttwo hearts Alike, from thy forges fire,Hearts ner to change, through the long,long years, And burning with like desire?Love said, As I clang, As I bang, bang, bang;For such a mishap, theyd be cast in thescrap, As waste from my forges fire.
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