Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1886-12-12

Eleven O'Clock came and Hates re-
peater tinkled unsteady. Halt-past
eleven and Kate knew that Frank had
somewhere cornered the old iron molder
who had thus far successfully remained
the one conservative check to this one
radical and obstreperous labor council,
and OF all the mouthpieces of the labor
element in Irondale the man most trusted
and respected by the young city editor of
the Gazette. At II the girl knew that if
Frank had been successful he must have
returned to the newspaper office. Her sus-
pense was becoming UNDESIRABLE. She
could endure 1t no longer, and Selling a
light shawl she called Prince and started
swiftly for the office of the Gazette. There
was none to hinder at home, for her father
remained in late consultation with his
colleagues at the office of the iron COM
pany. She sped along, the dog keeping
close beside her. She passed a group of
men returning from lodge meeting.
There hats came off and Miss Kittie''
greeted her from their lips. But she tar
ried not. Singing out one OF the men for
the return of their salute to all, she
passed hastily on. A light was burning
in the corner window of the top floor Of
the Gazette building-Frank's room. Up
the dark stairs she almost tumbled, while
Prince remained b, low. Into the city
EDITORS room she rushed, and found, as
she had expected, Frank seated at his
desk writing Xix mad. Like a knife in
her heart was the look OF the boy as he
turned his head. He seemed ten years
older, haggard, distressed and miserable.
''DO YOU know all, Frank?"
And Kate fairly gasped with feeling and
exhaustion.
"Nes. ate-all.o
"And shall you print it p
'Yes-Kate-all," and with look more
expressive than words he resumed mis-
urgent task.
His assistant, who had wondered much
what had brought pretty Kate Blackstone
up TO The Gazette office that time of night,
placed the office rocking chair for the dis
tinguished yisitOr-the luxurious office
rocking chair, with arms long gone, and
its chief upholstery and stufiing sundry
copies OF the despised contemporary, the
Irondale Herald.
Frank threw off his matter with express
speed, his assistant rushing it into tle
printers IN the adjoining room, page by
page. In silence Kate watched him. She
only knew the feverish confession of his
rapidly moving pencil, not the awful
agony and increasing struggle in his
heart. The last page was written, and
FRANKS assistant was told he might go
home. With few more words Frank
wrote the big display and other headlines
for the article-sensational of course
"a Relish Plot Revealed,v and then
closing the door leading TO the compose &
room walked with wayering step TO the
side of the young girl.
"Dear Kate, 1t is all done and there
isn't much TO tell you" he said. ~
found Emil Sobleski, the old Pole whom
all trust, IL he is of revolutionary nation
ality, and asked him If there was any
thing new among the radicals of his cOun-
...le .s..Is
some time, but finally he took me into the
empty back room of saloon, and under
promise Of inviolable secrecy told me
what his associates propose to do,
though he imagines he may yet uissuad"
them, and hence his persistency about
still remaining with them and his pledge
OF secrecy upon me. Tonight, Kate--and
the new day is now two hours spent-ii
the manufacturers have not already
signed the scale demanded by the men,
tonight those mad and infamous
Anarchists, reckless in their frenzy, have
plotted to dynamite the house Of every
iron manufacturer in lrondale."
"Oh! Frank" and Kate stopped speech
less with horror.
Eyes. dearest, and though the plot may
finally be given up, | am pledged, on the
honor of Il gentleman. to reveal TO word
of IL, receiving il IA / did from SObieskI
my future guidance. But, Kate, Oh, God!
pity me, Kate, l've told it all-three
columns-with the fullest dstails Of The
plot and the names of the arch conspira-
tors. .! mother, mother, my shame is
com plete."
He kissed Kate tenderly, babe her step
TO the landing while he put out the light
and locked up the office. Then they
CROPPED their way down stairs, Fr nix hold
ing the exhausted girl firmly about the
waist. Prince joined them below, aud
they walked homeward, Frank support
ing the beloved form, from which con-
seriousness aud vOlition for the time
seemed almost fed. They reached the
Blackstone mansion. and there, Frank
sitting In the great chair as OF yore and
Kate on the ottoman beside him. the two
for little lived over the happy weeks
now fled and talked of the unknown to-
morrow.
"May l keep your handkerchief, Kate.