Caleb Whitman was in a bad humor. The task of editing the Valentine Special with which _Better Every Week_ was planning to celebrate its tenth anniversary, was far from his taste. The theme of this number was to be--as one might surmise--Love; and Whitman did not believe in love, at least not in the violent emotion which the story writers were so fond of describing. “Do you suppose,” he said to his friend Radding, who had dropped in upon him one hot August afternoon, “that any man in his senses ever carried on over a girl as these story-book fellows do? Do you think any man ever felt like saying the sickly things the poets write? I can’t see why writers want to turn out such stuff. I can’t …
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