Delaware gazette. [volume] (Delaware, Ohio) 1855-1886, 1870-03-11
HAND TO HAND.
BY REBEccA HARDING DAVIS,


ztgofs . PART Flr.o
The managing editors patience was
balmost exhausted positively, Major
Standish, don't see that we can find
room for anything Of yours IN the Cam
era this week Or any week, he added
with an inward oath to himself, glancing
impatiently at the heap of ''revises"
waiting upon his desk. He did not take
them up, however, but stood outwardly
respectful, for he was a young fellow,
and Standish, though notorious bore,
was old and Wlhte-headed.
4 , The Major paued him patronizingly
on the shoulder. MY dear fellow" in
his most luscious, grandiloquent tone,
s'let me give you hint. 1 We been twen-
ty years in the very thick and heat of
AJneTlean journalism, and you are but a
neophyte, You want to make the
| Camera weighty l call it dull, sir
paper It needs a different class Of ar
I tlc1es-something at once forcible and
! light. z Bllilosophic and z,f1s & sparkling.
and-well, do you take my meaning p
Something lillethat in your hand,
! eh2" laughed Singer, .-.s.., asr..,
! e HPrecisely. You've hit II, rcompla-
]
| mo. Not to-day, Major.
Suppose we Try a short thing on fish
culture 4,Ye getplysslf up on fishes.
| thoroughly"
'lT6e ffiimes' did that On Friday.
The Major stood a moment anxious
and silent. This new asteroid, now !?
When.I was 50ng the London News,
Griffin used always to say, For anything
taxing IN the scientific hne,oDan5 Stan
dish is our man, Don't want it, eh ?.
Who's doing that hanging down in Del
aware for you? I'll make you a two
column job of it for FIVE dollars, and
pay my own expenses That road always
dead-heads me.
Singer took up his proofs. 1--WE sent
a stenographic reporter this morning.
We really have no use for you, Major
Standish 8 fzSs3 EGEesF
You never were more mistaken, in
your life. Where you need me, my dear
boy, is TO take charge of your reportorial
corps. I'd make those lazy fellows toe
the mark
''Mr. Singer e 1t was the proprietor
McMurrays S voice, which rasped through
the room like the fling of a saw He
came to the door of his office. A sandy, /
hat-built Scotchman, to whose making
up nature had grudged every atom Of
flesh save in. the one matter of a keen,
red, tonnahawk-shaped nose. Have
not those proofs gone up yet You en-
courage too many idIers in the Office, |
Esir. You heTefagain5 StaRdish - ~
~ ~ :. Al. Mr.. NIcdurray A de-lightful |
morning, sir 'fa1 The Major sbeamed |
down on him ehulgeht. Singer and !
Withrow, the new editor, both driving |
pearance, sWinkedz at oeach sother. The |
seedy Major, with his grand brawny |
build, his imperturbable .suaYityb and his |
dauntless lying, always came of first
best in these encounters. McMurray, |
IN l1is3 faultle5s 3lack clothes, with all his
backing Of wealth, and. conscientious re-
ligion, seemed tozfeels himself thin and |
sour, and eo%sd before him.
% sAIEWao1TdeF, ''al4e said, with a sheer,
that with your higher literary occupa-
tons, you can spare time to besiege this |
Office as you,do.3 AA
b - g 'PoR myysOulss wonder too j Now
that IS precisely what my publishers say
TO me. Write a book, Standish, they
say. Take the. public between the eyes |
with a kneekadown blow, Then those
magazine fellows il New York aud Bos-
ton are crying out every month for me |
to come to their help. But / like to see
the old Camera succeed, that's the |
truth.
The 'carhef2 S under obligation to
.you-ssf7 aasrg aasslttagsb Eeoa oSyFrv |
= Not EatsaH.s I'm glad to help build |
it up. I've pride-Philade1p enter I
prise, siT:7-a pride in it, backing. to the |
door 8ftEYhatI have here, sir. touch !
ing his forehead, was meant for. man
kind. not to barter for fame or money. |
By the way, have you seen that last lit |
tie thing of mine in the Westminster p |
? Z. as1so, nor n0body1else, 'ssaVagely J I
-t.sAh, YOU don / fake the Odarterlies /
III send It to you. Good morning, Mr.. /
McMurrayi gq0d morning.. ZoOrF
10 keep thar liar and sbfaggaft tout of I
theoh6Ee, lNlr StihgefE said slIcAlrhFay !
in, his coldest, rcivilest tones; for when I
Of duty kept him qmetest. He smoothed /
his face before going back into the office. I
Young John Proctor. was there, the cleT- I
gysI1lan to whom McMtHrayis church, I
through his influence had Just given a |
calls He had Just come from the depot I
after two year S absence in the West, and /
AAcMurray was striving TO do him honor /
in his hard. ungenial way. Proctor had /
been sort of ward of his, and it was
whispered about in the office that Nc |
Murray would be glad to have him now |
for son-in-law. This church was his /
idol, and to see his only child the wife |
of one Of its ministers was IN his opinion |
to enclose her,in the pearly gates Of sal |
Vation while yet alive. ''The office felt I
as ifthe delicate, bright t-haired little heir |
.ess would be, thrown away on Proctor.
q These penniless preachers know how
to feather their nests . Singer had said |
but a few minutes before i4sa5- aI 5 /
i Mr. AIchiyrFay could not forget Stan
dish when he went back to his Office,
"Lazy old Bohemian 5 he growled. s'If
you want the Most disreputable vices, |
Mr.. Proctor, always look for them in an
old man who lives by his wits, . 81 s.r
"Who was it 2?
'Standish-the Major You know
What Therea'h Proctor dashed
out into the Office without his hat, and
down the stairs shoutingG "Hillo,
Major!" leaving McMuuay astonished
behind him, He t90k pp his, pen and
gbegan to wTite severely. The carnal
fieshsNsis zslr6nk Der in 1ke I g6dheA man
than he had thought. YitHgpw, out of
curiosity, Iounged down the stairs and
found John At the door looking anxious
lyt up and down the street. ,s5 .t.a sgsA
''Ah. Mr.. Withrow do you remember
me i? John Proctor, wringing his hand in
"a hearty fashion which he useGs tO have
when a boy. i m looking for friend
of mine, Major Standish. II All gsis 81 /
Eyes Major Munchausen, we call
him in the Office
HE is a friend of mine, 2 cody. "The
Office does not know him as we'll as do,
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