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Robert Louis had now severed the umbilical cord. He was going to live his own life, to earn his own living. He could do but one thing, and that was to write. He may have been a procrastinator in everything else, but as a writer he was a skilled mechanic. And so straightway on that ship he began to work his experiences up into copy. Just what he wrote the world will never know, for although the MS. was sold to a publisher, yet Barabbas did not give it to the people. There are several ways by which a publisher can thrive. To get paid for not publishing is easy money-it involves no risk. In this instance an Edinburgh publisher bought the MS. for thirty pounds intending to print it in book form showing the experience of a Scotchman in search of a fortune in New York. In order to verify certain dates and data the publisher submitted the MS. to Thomas Stevenson. Great was that gentleman's interest in the literary venture of his son. He read with a personal interest, for he was the author of the author's being. But as he read he felt that he himself was placed in a most unenviable light, for although he was not directly mentioned, yet the suffering of the son on the emigrant ship seemed to point out the father as one who disregarded his parental duties. And above all things

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Thomas Stevenson straightway bought the MSS. from the publisher for one hundred pounds.

On hearing of the fate of his book Robert Louis intimated to his father that thereafter it would be as well for them to deal direct with each other and thus save the middleman's profits.

However, the father and son got together on the MSS. question some years later, and the over-sensitive parent was placated by striking out certain passages that might be construed as aspersions, and a few direct complimentary references inserted, and the printer got the book on payment of two hundred pounds o

The transaction turned out so well that Thomas Stevenson said "I told you so," and Robert Louis saw the patent fact that hindsight, accident and fear sometimes serve us quite as well as insight and perspicacity, not to mention perspicuity. We aim for one target and hit the bulls-eye on another. We sail for a certain port, where unknown to us, pirates lie in wait, and God sends His storms and drives us upon Treasure Island. There we load up with ingots; the high tide floats us and we sail away for home with our unearned increment to tell the untraveled natives how we are the people and wisdom will die with us.

OBERT LOUIS was a sick man. The
ship was crowded, and the fare and
quarters were far from being what he
always had been used to. The people
he met in the second cabin were neither
literary nor artistic, but some of them
had right generous hearts.

On being interrogated by one of his
messmates as to his business, Robert Louis replied
that he was a stone-mason. The man looked at his
long, slim, artistic fingers and knew better, but he did
not laugh. He respected this young man with the hec-
tic flush, reverenced his secret whatever it might be,
and smuggled delicacies from the cook's galley for the
alleged stone-mason. "Thus did he shovel coals of
fire on my head until to ease my heart I called him
aft one moonlight night and told him I was no stone-
mason, and begged him to forgive me for having
sought to deceive one of God's own gentlemen."
Meantime, every day our emigrant turned out a little
good copy, and this made life endurable, for was it not
Robert Louis himself who gave us this immortal line,
"I know what pleasure is, for I have done good work."
He was going to her!

Arriving in New York he straightway invested two
good dollars in a telegram to San Francisco, and five
cents in postage on a letter to Edinburgh.
These two things done he would take time to rest up
for a few days in New York. One of the passengers had
given him the address of a plain and respectable tav-

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