one of his own which he had taken with him at the same time was. Clark’s book was a boy’s story of sea-going life which the publisher felt would sell well. He rejected Mrs. Glover’s book for the reason that he saw no possibilities in it for profit.
Mrs. Glover had accompanied Clark to Boston and they returned together late in the afternoon. She made no comment on her failure, but cheerfully encouraged the young man over his own venture, saying his wholesome, breezy story would sell well and he might come to be a great author. He was much engrossed with those thoughts of greatness when they walked through the Lynn streets in the early evening nearing home. She suddenly caught him by the arm. “Stop, George,” she cried. “Do you see that church? I shall have a church of my own some day.”
She struck her hands together as she said this and then stood for a minute lost in thought. The young man was ashamed of his selfishness, and for a time really wished that it had been her book, and not his, which had been accepted. But her book was not ready, nor was it to be published in the ordinary way for the profit of a bookman.
In the spring of 1875 Mrs. Glover was living in a boarding-house at Number 9 Broad street. She had moved in these three years several times. Her doctrine and her absorbed life had brought her in conflict with many minds and many persons. Discussion, controversy, and ridicule had pursued her, making application to her work doubly difficult.
