The Eaton Democrat. (Eaton, Ohio) 1875-1903, 1886-08-19

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The world upon her fingers twirl,
But can not catch up with a grip
Susan Hartley SuUett, in Harper sJPeekty.
A NEWSPAPER ROMANCE.
Why Mrs. Warner Purchased a
Great Metropolitan Journal.
Mary Warner was the richest woman
in California, if not. indeed, the richest
woman in the world. Her husband had
accumulated his fortune in railroad
ventures, and had died before he had
time to lose it again. Possessed of
sound sense, and blessed with judicious
advisers, Mrs. Warner divided her in
vestments between improved real es-
tate and Government securities. and de-
voted herself to the improvement of
her leisure. Two years after her hus-
bands death she celebrated her fiftieth
birthday. Her house on California
street was one of the most magnificent
in San Francisco, but during the pro-
tracted interval of her mourning it lad
not been the scene of any such festivi-
ties as its generous and costly garniture
befitted. Mrs. Warner acceded to her
friends W shes and left her quiet home
at Msnlo Park to entertain all Sa
Francisco at the warner Palace"
without great reluctance, but certainly
without enthusiasm. The music, the
flowers and the supper were the best
that could be had. Nine. Luque, a wo-
man who had subsidized from the brief
prosperity of the Ranch Luque Mines
into a position of decent independence
upon Mrs. Warmers bounty, made all
tile arrangements and relieved her
friend of even the task of entertaining
guests.
Mrs. Warner esconced herself in q
coy corner of the conservatory accom-
panied by Mr.. Richard Headley, the
managing editor of the San Francisco
journal. Mr.. Headley was only thirty
years old-a young man to control the
most important daily in San Francisco
but his discretion and ability had
more than justified his advancement"
..Well, Dick" said Mrs. Warmer.
'sand why haven't you been down to
Menlo latelyp You are not going to
forget your old friends now that
you are becoming q great man, sure
1y?"
mo, indeed, dear Mrs. Warner"
said Headley, '.but the responsibilities
of my position, as what you call "a great
man. keep me pretty busy. You see,
every man on the staff, from the city
.,I,k.,. - ~. rn1rfin~ ra-1r<ar @l.-1r,
that he would have filled poor old Dun
cans berth infinitely better than 1 do.
and / have to work with both hands to
keep out of trouble"
Il always kneY you had it in you,
and I'm as proud and happy as can be-.
But what is this 1 hear about the jour
nal changing handsp"
s.I'm afraid it's true. Cushman wants
to go abroad and loaf the rest of his
life, and 1 don't blame him. He's made
more than enough money, and he may
as well enjoy it. 1 think it will be
bought by a syndicate, headed by the
Flynns."
sand how will that affect you?"
Throw me out IN short order. The
Flynns have eve forgiven me for at
lacking them when / was on the Herald,
and they would give my chair to old
Parsons, anyway. There's no use pre-
tending / don't feel badly about it, be-
aus I do. 1 shall have to start fresh
somewhere else, and shall hardly have
such luck again."
Mrs. Warner looked at him kindly,
and put her hand on his arm. 1t was
not a pretty hand; as a girls hand it
had been almost too round and dimpled,
and it had lost all its ~shapeliness since
then.
"Dick, how much does the Journal
makeP"
Fifty thousand year, in round num-
Ders. Sometimes there are big subsidies
that run it owe that, but fifty thousand
is q fair estimate"
: .tAnd how much does Mr.. Cushman
expect to get from this syndicate for the
paper?"
"They talk about capitalizing it at
10000 shares at $3.50 each, but / think
about 800, 600 will come to eastman.
The paper is worth that fairly enough"
"And what are your plans, Dick? You
talk about making a fresh start, but
where will you make itp"
81 think l shall go East. Reece, the
hldtI WuO WTlbtS Uuc COluIItn VI CduStnc
every Sunday, you known, wants to go
back to England, and he is anxious TO
have me go with him. But 1 don't
fancy making such a change l have
written so much Americanese that 1
don't think I could get into the swing
of the formal English style; and then it
seems like running away, too"
"Dick, 1 am going to be a great So
ciety woman now. Nine. Luque wants
me to go abrord and live at Nice-but
I'm like you, fond of my own country,
and l mean to live here and make the
house pleasant for young people. That
is what a rich old woman ought to do,
isn't itp"
'Old woman, indeed! You're as
young as any of us now, Mrs
Warner"
s.Indeed I'm not. 1 am developing
a taste for buttered toast-and that
settles the matter, Mr.. Dulon says.
But 1 am going to entertain all the
same-and l am d~rcadfully afraid of
the society columns in the Journal.
Suppose they should say that the
flowers at this reception only cost 5000
instead of 500. It's an awful power,
that society column, and 1 should like
to propitiate it. Why shouldn't l buy
the Journal. DickP"
81 would if 1 were you-hve cents
a copy or fifteen cents a week; Thought
you did, already"
mo, Tn not joking at all! Ii it is
$40, 900 l lave that much in such shape
that l could use it. and you could be
my sole editor. Will your"
mo. Mrs. Warner, 1 won't. 1t
would not be q wise investment. 1t
pays well, and all that, but a ews-
paper is such u ticklish property-so
easily destroyed-that it ought not to
be owned by any m who doesn't run