No newspaper reported the maiden speech of Mr. Harrington Surtaine to the staff of the Worthington “Clarion.”  Newspapers are reticent about their own affairs.  In this case it is rather a pity, for the effort is said to have been an eminently successful one.  Estimated by its effect, it certainly was, for it materialized with quite spiritistic suddenness, from out the murk of uncertainty and suspicion, the form and substance of a new esprit de corps, among the “Clarion” men, and established the system of Talk-it-Over Breakfasts which made a close-knit, jealously guarded corporation and club out of the staff.  Free of all ostentation or self-assertiveness was Hal’s talk; simple, and, above all virtues, brief.  He didn’t tell his employees what he expected of them.  He told them what they might expect of him.  The frankness of his manner, the self-respecting modesty of his attitude toward an audience of more experienced subordinates, his shining faith and belief in the profession which he had adopted; all this eked out by his ease of address and his dominant physical charm, won them from the first.  Only at the close did he venture upon an assertion of his own ideas or theories.

“It is the Sydney ‘Bulletin,’ I think, which preserves as its motto the proposition that every man has at least one good story in him.  I have been studying newspaper files since I took this job,—­all the files of all the papers I could get,—­and I’m almost ready to believe that much news which the papers publish has got realer facts up its sleeve:  that the news is only the shadow of the facts.  I’d like to get at the Why of the day’s news.  Do you remember Sherlock Holmes’s ‘commonplace’ divorce suit, where the real cause was that the husband used to remove his front teeth and hurl ’em at the wife whenever her breakfast-table conversation wasn’t sprightly enough to suit him?  Once out of a hundred times, I suppose, the everyday processes of our courts hide something picturesque or perhaps important in the background.  Any paper that could get and present that sort of news would liven up its columns a good deal.  And it would strike a new note in Worthington.  I’ll give you a motto for the ‘Clarion,’ gentlemen:  ‘The Facts Behind the News.’  And now I’ve said my say, and I want to hear from you.”

Here for the first time Hal struck a false note.  Newspaper men, as a class, abhor public speaking.  So much are they compelled to hear from “those bores who prate intolerably over dinner tables,” that they regard the man who speaks when he isn’t manifestly obliged to, as an enemy to the public weal, and are themselves most loath thus to add to the sum of human suffering.  Merely by way of saving the situation, Wayne, the city editor, arose and said a few words complimentary to the new owner.  He was followed by the head copy-reader in the same strain.  Two of the older sub-editors perpetrated some meaningless but well-meant remarks, and the current of events bade fair to end in complete stagnation, when from out of the ruck, midway of the table, there rose the fringed and candid head of one William S. Marchmont, the railroad and markets reporter.