"But I
feel myself competent to speak on the point you have raised because the
Advertising Supplement you refer to is my own home. This very young man
playing golf is, as you will observe, no other than myself."
There was no denying the amazing resemblance.
"You say the Advertising Supplement is your home," I collected myself
sufficiently to ask, "but just how do you mean that?"
"Literally," he replied. "My whole life, and for that matter my parents'
life before me, has been spent in the pages you are now fingering. My
name is Pinckney, Walter Pinckney, and if you are sufficiently
interested in my career I should be glad to describe it."
"Go ahead," cried Harding, with almost ferocious earnestness.
"If I begin a bit back before my birth," said Pinckney, "you will be
patient with me. I will not detain you very long."
"Begin where you please," said Harding in the same grim manner; "only
begin."
"My father," commenced young Pinckney, "at eighteen, was a sickly
country lad with less than the usual elementary education and no other
prospects than a life of drudgery on the old farm.
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