The Independent Style

A newspaper man trom tne west visited New York on one occasion and called on a great editor there, with wliom he had bad sonie correspondence. He called to pay his respeets mostly, but he was aí'írr a job if he could get one. He sent in his card affcer the custom in New York, and in a minute or two 1 ■ boy retnmed. "Wliat is your business?'" asked the boy. "No business: pleasure," he wrote on the card, and tho boy took it in and canie bac::. "He wants to know your business or pleasure," said the boy. "To pay my respeets," the visitor wrote and sent it in. "Cali at the counting room to pay anj-thing," carne back the answer. "Thanks." he wrote. "The amount is so email that it will not justify me i;i stopping.'1 The boy took it in, and the visitor started off in no pleasaut frame of mind. "Here," said tlie great editor, appearing at the door of his den, "coinehere." The visitor ehanged his course. 'Til meet you half way," he said.stoppir.g at about that distance. The great editor carne forward and took him by the hand. "Come in," he said grimly. "Come in and sit down. I like your style." "I don't like yours," responded the visitor frankly as he sat down. "Some do," said the great editor, with a smile. "Perhaps they do, but it is an acquired taste." The great editor seemed to enjoy it. "Some of the acquired things of life are very excellent," he ventured. "Yes, my services on this paper, for instance," said the visitor plumply, and after half an hour's further talk he went away with a commission to do some work preparatory to a regular sit on the