Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1884-12-02
mr.. Robinson Grabley .
CHAPTER 1.


Mr. Robinson Grabley sat in his edi-
torial room trading the proof Of county
delinquent tax list. He was surrounded
by the Injuries and evidences of wealth
which people of little experience some
times think environ the life Of Journal
ist.
The Office was q long, low building.
with the editorial room in the rear. The
editors business predecessor was d grocer.
and even in the editorial room. there
were still to be seen evidences of the
bacon for which the farmer had mort
gagged his crop. The editor. with the
help Of trifing boy whose nose seemed
to be sadly out of order, managed to
"set up" the paper. The nomadic
handler Of type metal-the tramp printer
put in an occasional appearance, but
always when he was not needed. If
Grabley happened to be ia straight. as
he termed it, printers were scarcer than
truth at tsquiltin'. = but il he were easy.
the foot followers Of Faust were as
numerous as secret smiles at the burial Of
rich relative.
Mr.. Grabley, in reading his proof. mad
reached section twenty, range thirteen,
when some one entered the Office and
began a conversation with the boy. The
tone Of his voice, his air Of easy famili-
arity were not to be mistaken. He was
tramp printer
How are We, colonel2v entering the
editorial room. How's business2n
We are not rushed, the editor re-
Piled
Il reckon not. It's about that way all
over the country. thought I'd stop
here long enough to get some toggery. =
The printer meant clothes. Don't want
TO wear this coat any more. | have
taken dislike to its superfluity Of length.
! have taken up the idea that it don't fit
me. The tail is SO long that it drags the
ground and covers up my tracks. =
Then, should think, = the editor re-
piled, ssthat you ought to keep the coat
and 90 into politics. What a politician
wants, you know, Is something to cover
up his tracks,
The printer was about to reply, wnen
girl, with pale face and melancholy
features, entered The editor arose ana
offered her his chair, which she politely
declined.
Are you the editor2"
Yes, miss, with slight air OF pride.
II have come to see II you can give
me work. can set type, having learned
in my fathers Office. / have an aunt
living here, and thought, as have TO
live here myself, that / would like to set
type, quite as much for employment as
FOR pay.
The editor was interested. ANY one
who proposes to work for employment
without placing stress upon pay. imme-
dlately ELECTS the sympathy Of country
editor. There is no limit to the employ
ment Of country printing Office, and
there is no extent whatever 20 Its pay.
what IS your namcgn asked the tdi-
tor taking up proof sheet that had
blown from the table. and weirhtinc II
down with an enormous sweet potato.
Laura ScanfIin
Say yonr father used TO run news
paperg" broke il the printer.
ssYes, sir. 2
Being scantlin', I should have
thought that be had something to do
with saw-mill
The editor looked up reproachfullv.
and would have doubtless expressed his
disapproxaI Of the printers remark. but
that gentleman having completed the
business Of his call. said: 's1Tell. col.
onel, Ill bid you good bye. III take
three Or four Of these old exchanges
along Good morning.
So you want Is work Ia this Office
said Dir. Robinson GxabIex. when the
printer had gene.
les. sir Z think that can rive at.
[SfacfIon. Father said that VsS \ zsco.7