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Six weeks later, Coleman went to the office of the proprietor of the Eclipse. Coleman was one of those smooth-shaven old-young men who wear upon some occasions a singular air of temperance and purity. At these times, his features lost their quality of worldly shrewdness and endless suspicion and bloomed as the face of some innocent boy. It then would be hard to tell that he had ever encountered even such a crime as a lie or a cigarette. As he walked into the proprietor's office he was a perfect semblance of a fine, inexperienced youth. People usually concluded this change was due to a Turkish bath or some other expedient of recuperation, but it was due probably to the power of a physical characteristic.
" Boss in ? " said Coleman.
" Yeh," said the secretary, jerking his thumb toward an inner door. In his private office, Sturgeon sat on the edge of the table dangling one leg and dreamily surveying the wall. As Coleman entered he looked up quickly. "Rufus," he cried, " you're just the man I wanted to see. I've got a scheme. A great scheme."He slid from the table and began to pace briskly to and fro, his hands deep in his trousers' pockets, his chin sunk in his collar, his light blue eyes afire with interest. " Now listen.
This is immense. The Eclipse enlists a battalion of men to go to Cuba and fight the Spaniards under its own flag-the Eclipse flag.
Collect trained officers from here and there-enlist every young devil we see-drill 'em--best rifles-loads of ammunition-provisions-staff of doctors and nurses -a couple of dynamite guns-everything complete best in the world. Now, isn't that great ? What's the matter with that now ? Eh? Eh? Isn't that great? It's great, isn't it? Eh? Why, my boy, we'll free-"Coleman did not seem to ignite. " I have been arrested four or five times already on fool matters connected with the newspaper business," he observed, gloomily, " but I've never yet been hung. I think your scheme is a beauty."Sturgeon paused in astonishment. " Why, what happens to be the matter with you ? What are you kicking about ? "Coleman made a slow gesture. " I'm tired," he answered. " Ineed a vacation."
"Vacation!" cried Sturgeon. "Why don't you take one then ? "" That's what I've come to see you about. I've had a pretty heavy strain on me for three years now, and I want to get a little rest."" Well, who in thunder has been keeping you from it? It hasn't been me."" I know it hasn't been you, but, of course, I wanted the paper to go and I wanted to have my share in its success, but now that everything is all right I think I might go away for a time if you don't mind."" Mind! " exclaimed Sturgeon falling into his chair and reaching for his check book. "Where do you want to go? How long do you want to be gone? How much money do you want ?"" I don't want very much. And as for where I want to go, Ithought I might like to go to Greece for a while."Sturgeon had been writing a check. He poised his pen in the air and began to laugh. " That's a queer place to go for a rest.
Why, the biggest war of modern times--a war that may involve all Europe-is likely to start there at any moment. You are not likely to get any rest in Greece."" I know that," answered Coleman. " I know there is likely to be a war there. But I think that is exactly what would rest me. Iwould like to report the war."