It converted me to Grant
by its opposition to him. The sign "Keep off the grass!" arouses
in its editorial breast no desire to lock up the man who planted
it; it does in mine. Ten years and more I have striven in its
columns to make the tenement out a chief device of the devil, and
it must be that I have brought some over to my belief; but I have
not converted the _Sun_. So that on the principle which I laid down
before that I must be always fighting with my friends, I ought to
have had a mighty good time of it there. And so in fact I did. They
let me have in pretty nearly everything my own way, though it led
us so far apart. As time passed and the duties that came to me took
more and more of my time from my office work, I found that end of
it insensibly lightened to allow me to pursue the things I believed
in, though they did not. No doubt the old friendship that existed
between my immediate chief on the _Evening Sun_, William McCloy, and
myself, bore a hand in this. Yet it could not have gone on without
the assent and virtual sympathy of the Danas, father and son; for
we came now and then to a point where opposite views clashed and
proved irreconcilable.
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