work much. I dont bother
either. Perhaps you think
I am nervous and given
to worrying. It is not so.
Last night about half
past two, a messenger
came over to my hotel
waked me up and told
me that my press, which
runs now all right, had
"smashed all to pieces." That
meant not exactly ruin
but a stopping of the
paper for a week or
so and perhaps setting
it back as far as my
past six months work
was worth. I got up
and dressed, went down
stairs hunted up the
clerk and made him open