Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1884-06-12

ton to rest in the dim region of ua-
interviewed security. All our ener-
gles were bent on making a report of
the fire that would do the paper credit.
But nothing seemed to go right. In
the first place old Anthracite. the
chief editor, had just come home
from trip to the South, and being
afraid that his efficient managing edi-
tor was getting too much credit for
the prosperity Of the paper, decided to
show the reporters that he was still
master of the situation. An hour after
the fire was under way, and when the
reporters were beginning to drop in
with their fragments of news to dove
tail into graphic account, the old
gentleman hustled into the room.
" Where's jones'"
" He is off for the night"
What! How dare he, the CITY
editor, go off when the biggest block
in the city is on firel'
1t was suggested that tho city editor
hardly knew that the fire was coming,
wnen he made his plans.
Then old Anthracite turned on a
Few tack.
" Who's filing his placer"
Mr. Smith"
"Ohl Well, Smith, do you know
that there is big fire up streetp
Yes, sir. We are covering it..
'Do it well. Don't let the Jupiter
scoop us. If the Jupiter has two
columns, want four. If tie Jupiter
has four, | want eight Now, sir, go
ahead and do your best. And he
stalked out of the room without sug
costing how the informatian touching
the Jupiter s purpose was to be obtain.
ed in advance of publication. (This
is the Anthracite idea of news-by the
foot. He belongs to newspaper
school not yet extinct, but happily
rapidly becoming SOL
1t was a night of veXation in ways
needless to describe here, but affairs
had shaped themselves into success
by press time. But the Ashtabula
farmer and his ghost were still in the
weird land of Imagination when |
crept quietly into my home at day
break. had given neithera thought,
and instead of reaching out for new
worlds to conquer, was thankful that
| had steered safely through the fire,
Anthracite, and other dangers of the
night. Ny wife opened her eyes as |
entered, and murmured land how
about the ghost2"
The whole matter of that unwritten
story rolled over me like a flood.
Knowing that even the justification
which my conscience could clearly
allow would create only disappoint-
ment foolishly sought refuge in
anger. and Grossly answered, 'con-
found the ghost, and the story, tool"
She made no answer in words, but
the arm that lay around my neck
when | fell asleep on other morn
ings was not lifted to its accustomed
place
Before leaving home on Monday
noon l SAID: 1--WE will get that
sketch out of the way soon, my dear. J"
"Never mind it now" she said.
You have work enough and worry
enough without it.
1T will go. all the same, l said,
and | meant it too.
Five days later l was given half
holiday, work running light and all
the space of the paper being in de-
mand in other directions. | rushed
for car, was soon home, and hurry
iAg into the house caught Mary in
my arms and shouted: II am free,
now, and we will go at it immediate
ly-"
$50 at
1.-The story, of course. Hurrah for
the curtain I"
She placed her arms about my neck,
looked up with a half smile ON her
lips and tear in her eye, and said in
whisper: Never mind the story,
nov. Jack. The limit of time allowed
by the publishers expired yesterday
j. H. Kennedy in the Chicago Cur
rent