CHAPTER XXIX
Samuel went home and faced a surprising experience. There was a dapper and well-dressed young man waiting to see him. “My name is Pollard,” he said, “and I’m from the Lockmanville ‘Express.’ I want to get a story from you.”
“A story from me?” echoed the boy in perplexity.
“An interview,” explained the other. “I want to find out about that meeting you’re going to hold.”
And so Samuel experienced the great thrill, which comes sooner or later to every social reformer. He sat in Mrs. Stedman’s little parlor, and told his tale yet again. Mr. Pollard was young and just out of college, and his pencil fairly flew over his notebook. “Gosh!” he exclaimed. “But this is hot stuff!”
To Samuel it was an extraordinary revelation. He was surprised that the idea had not occurred to him be
