American Characters


He died in 1919, still trying to puzzle out what his cordial old adversary Steffens called “the queer mix-up of disloyal friends and loyal enemies. ” One evening, when his political days were far behind him, he stood leaning against his fireplug, working his way through it all with the reporter. “You, f’rinstance,” he said, “you been a good friend o’ mine, and you ain’t my friend at all. I mean—oh, hell, I don’t know what I mean. Do you?”