e reserved that bit of information for the rector of Trinity when he came in； an hour later。
〃Oh！ did he？〃 laughingly said Doctor Brooks。 〃That is nice advice for a man to give a boy。 I am surprised at Wendell Phillips。 He needs a little talk： a ministerial visit。 And have you followed his shameless advice？〃 smilingly asked the huge man as he towered above the boy。 〃No？ And to think of the opportunity you had； too。 Well； I am glad you had such respect for my dumb friends。 For they are my friends； each one of them；〃 he continued； as he looked fondly at the filled shelves。 〃Yes； I know them all； and love each for its own sake。 Take this little volume；〃 and he picked up a little volume of Shakespeare。 〃Why； we are the best of friends： we have travelled miles togetherall over the world； as a matter of fact。 It knows me in all my moods； and responds to each； no matter how irritable I am。 Yes； it is pretty badly marked up now； for a fact； isn't it？ Black； I never thought of that before that it doesn't make a book look any better to the eye。 But it means more to me because of all that pencilling。
〃Now； some folks dislike my use of my books in this way。 They love their books so much that they think it nothing short of sacrilege to mark up a book。 But to me that's like having a child so prettily dressed that you can't romp and play with it。 What is the good of a book； I say； if it is too pretty for use？ I like to have my books speak to me； and then I like to talk back to them。
〃Take my Bible； here；〃 he continued； as he took up an old and much…worn copy of the book。 〃I have a number of copies of the Great Book： one copy I preach from； another I minister from； but this is my own personal copy； and into it I talk and talk。 See how I talk；〃 and he opened the Book and showed interleaved pages full of comments in his handwriting。 〃There's where St。 Paul and I had an argument one day。 Yes； it was a long argument； and I don't know now who won；〃 he added smilingly。 〃But then； no one ever wins in an argument； anyway； do you think so？
〃You see；〃 went on the preacher； 〃I put into these books what other men put into articles and essays for magazines and papers。 I never write for publications。 I always think of my church when something comes to me to say。 There is always danger of a man spreading himself out thin if he attempts too much； you know。〃
Doctor Brooks must have caught the boy's eye； which； as he said this； naturally surveyed his great frame； for he regarded him in an amused way； and putting his hands on his girth； he said laughingly： 〃You are thinking I would have to do a great deal to spread myself out thin； aren't you？〃
The boy confessed he was； and the preacher laughed one of those deep laughs of his that were so infectious。
〃But here I am talking about myself。 Tell me something about yourself？〃
And when the boy told his object in coming to Boston； the rector of Trinity Church was immensely amused。
〃Just to see us fellows！ Well； and how do you like us so far？〃
And is the most comfortable way this true gentleman went on until the boy mentioned that he must be keeping him from his work。
〃Not at all； not at all；〃 was the quick and hearty response。 〃Not a thing to do。 I cleaned up all my mail before I had my breakfast this morning。
〃These letters； you mean？〃 he said； as the boy pointed to some letters on his desk unopened。 〃Oh； yes！ Well； they must have come in a later mail。 Well； if it will make you feel any better I'll go through them； and you can go through my books if you like。 I'll trust you；〃 he added laughingly； as Wendell Phillips's advice occurred to him。
〃You like books； you say？〃 he went on； as he opened his letters。 〃Well； then； you must come into my library here at any time you are in Boston； and spend a morning reading anything I have that you like。 Young men do that； you know； and I like to have them。 What's the use of good friends if you don't share them？ There's where the pleasure comes in。〃
He asked the boy then about his newspaper work： how much it paid him； and whether he felt it helped him in an educational way。 The boy told him he thought it did； that it furnished good lessons in the study of human nature。
〃Yes；〃 he said； 〃I can believe that； so long as it is good journalism。〃
Edward told him that he sometimes wrote for the Sunday paper； and asked the preacher what he thought of that。
〃Well；〃 he said； 〃that is not a crime。〃
The boy asked him if he； then； favored the Sunday paper more than did some other clergymen。
〃There is always good in everything； I think；〃 replied Phillips Brooks。 〃A thing must be pretty bad that hasn't some good in it。〃 Then he stopped； and after a moment went on： 〃My idea is that the fate of Sunday newspapers rests very much with Sunday editors。 There is a Sunday newspaper conceivable in which we should all rejoiceall； that is； who do not hold that a Sunday newspaper is always and per se wrong。 But some cause has； in many instances； brought it about that the Sunday paper is below； and not above； the standard of its weekday brethren。 I mean it is apt to be more gossipy； more personal； more sensational； more frivolous； less serious and thoughtful and suggestive。 Taking for granted the fact of special leisure on the part of its readers； it is apt to appeal to the lower and not to the higher part of them； which the Sunday leisure has set free。 Let the Sunday newspaper be worthy of the day； and the day will not reject it。 So I say its fate is in the hands of its editor。 He can give it such a character as will make all good men its champions and friends； or he can preserve for it the suspicion and dislike in which it stands at present。〃
Edward's journalistic instinct here got into full play； and although； as he assured his host； he had had no such thought in coming； he asked whether Doctor Brooks would object if he tried his reportorial wings by experimenting as to whether he could report the talk。
〃I do not like the papers to talk about me；〃 was the answer； 〃but if it will help you； go ahead and practise on me。 You haven't stolen my books when you were told to do so； and I don't think you'll steal my name。〃
The boy went back to his hotel； and wrote an article much as this account is here written； which he sent to Doctor Brooks。 〃Let me keep it by me；〃 the doctor wrote； 〃and I will return it to you presently。〃
And he did； with his comment on the Sunday newspaper； just as it is given here； and with this note：
If I must go into the newspapers at allwhich I should always vastly prefer to avoidno words could have been more kind than those of your article。 You were very good to send it to me。 I am ever Sincerely； Your friend； Phillips Brooks
As he let the boy out of his house； at the end of that first meeting； he said to him：
〃And you're going from me now to see Emerson？ I don't know；〃 he added reflectively； 〃whether you will see him at his best。 Still； you may。 And even if you do not； to have seen him； even as you may see him； is better； in a way； than not to have seen him at all。〃
Edward did not know what Phillips Brooks meant。 But he was； sadly； to find out the next day。
A boy of sixteen was pretty sure of a welcome from Louisa Alcott； and his greeting from her was spontaneous and sincere。
〃Why； you good boy；〃 she said； 〃to come all the way to Concord to see us；〃 quite for all the world as if she were the one favored。 〃Now take your coat off； and come right in by the fire。〃
〃Do tell me all about your visit；〃 she continued。
Before that cozey fire they chatted。 It was pleasant to the boy to sit there with that sweet…faced woman with those kindly eyes！ After a while she said： 〃Now I shall put on my coat and hat； and we shall walk over to Emerson's house。 I am almost afraid to promise that you will see him。 He sees scarcely any one now。 He is feeble； and〃 She did not finish the sentence。 〃But we'll walk over there； at any rate。〃
She spoke mostly of her father as the two walked along； and it was easy to see that his condition was now the one thought of her life。 Presently they reached Emerson's house； and Miss Emerson welcomed them at the door。 After a brief chat Miss Alcott told of the boy's hope。 Miss Emerson shook her head。
〃Father sees no one now；〃 she said； 〃and I fear it might not be a pleasure if you did see him。〃
Then Edward told her what Phillips Brooks had said。
〃Well；〃 she said； 〃I'll see。〃
She had scarcely left the room when Miss Alcott rose and followed her； saying to the boy： 〃You shall see Mr。 Emerson if it is at all possible。〃
In a few minutes Miss Alcott returned； her eyes moistened； and simply said： 〃Come。〃
The boy followed her through two rooms； and at the threshold of the third Miss Emerson stood； also with moistened eyes。
〃Father；〃 she said simply； and there； at his desk； sat Emersonthe man whose words had already won Edward Bok's boyish interest； and who was destined to impress himself upon his life more deeply than any other writer。
Slowly； at the daughter's spoken word； Emerson rose with a wonderful quiet dignity； extended his hand； and as the boy's hand rested in his； looked him full in the eyes。
No light of welcome came from those sad yet tender eyes。 The boy closed upon the hand in his with a loving pressure； and for a single moment the eyelids rose； a different look came into those eyes； and Edward felt a slight； perceptible response of the hand。 But that was all！
Quietly he motioned the boy to a chair beside the desk。 Edward sat down and was about to say something； when； instead of seating himself； Emerson walked away to the window and stood there softly whistling and looking out as if there were no one in the room。 Edward's eyes had followed Emerson's every footstep； when the boy was aroused by hearing a suppressed sob； and as he looked around he saw that it came from Miss Emerson。 Slowly she walked out of the room。 The boy looked at Miss Alcott； and she put her finger to her mouth； indicating silence。 He was nonplussed。
Edward looked toward Emerson standing in that window； and wondered what it all meant。 Presently Emerson left the window and； crossing the room； came to his desk； bowing to the boy as he passed； and seated himself； not speaking a wo