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MacManus as the “devil's deputy from Hell's Kitchen.” Mr. MacManus didn't like it. It was a very amusing article. It was almost modern in its terrific overwriting and dramatism, but Mr. Scott was just earning his living.

Miss Roseboro was the key to many of these people. She'd seen their stories. As I said, she discovered O. Henry. He sent to McClure's a story. She was the story editor and somebody brought it to her and said, “This is a funny thing. It's quite interesting in places, but it's badly organized.” I knew her so well because she used to go out to Cos Cob too. She used to say, “I took this story. It was a handwritten manuscript. You know how awful that is. I sat there and read it. I found the tears streaming down my face and my hand shaking. I took this into Mr. McClure and I said, “Mr. McClure, some unknown genius has written this. Then I read it to him. The tears rolled down Mr. McClure's cheeks.”

Then she went on to say that of course it wasn't fit for publication as it was because it had crudities and it had things that just showed inexperience in organizing a story, but “it was a great story. It was a story. It was the rarest thing in the world - a good story.” Here it was. So she made the corrections and sent it back to the address that the author gave, saying that she liked the story very much,