Van Dam, who was my friend as long as she
hoped to rise by my beauty to higher place, but who has headaches now; and
Mrs. Marmaduke--
I don't understand her desertion.
Ah--yes, there is another, my constant companion now.
He is an old man, thin and sallow. He lies prone on the floor, staring at
me with dead, sightless eyes. He whispers from muted lips "Delilah!" and
the sound of it is in my ears day and night; day and night!
My God! It will drive me mad!
CHAPTER VII.
LETTERS AND SCIENCE.
May 29.
I've revised my opinion of the newspapers. The Star has done me a good
turn, a great service.
I had tried to borrow money of Cadge, for the third time, and she told me
she had none--which was true, or she would have let me have it. Then she
said:--
"Why don't you sell a story to some paper--either something very
scientific, or else, 'Who's the Handsomest Man in New York?' or--"
"I think I ought to get something from them, after all the stuff they've
printed; but how? To whom do I go?"
"Nobody! Heavens!" cried Cadge. "Want to create an earthquake on Park Row?
You're a disturber of traffic.
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