The Somerset reporter. [volume] (Skowhegan, Me.) 1868-1909, 1888-05-31

at the novel scene. cried out to Bones"
the copyholder Il say. Bones. wouldn't
IL be a good scheme TO have the professor
sign with our Grandeur Nine
1--WE could give the Sneezer fellows
three and beat them then came the
quick reply Matters continued to i'm
prove, and when the long pleasant spring
days appeared our managing editor con
triyed to make shorter hours ut his desk.
at the same time accomplishing the same
marvellous amount of work as before, but
where this extra time was spent no one
but Thomas Whitaker himself could
have given an account lie kept good
company, II company ii was for he grew
ruddy and boyish looking He was re
garded with establishment by all, and tho
prophecy that Prof Tom will kill him
self with his work. went out of use and
out Of mind
Now. The Grandeur was an afternoon
paper. and since the coming Of Whitaker
as manager. it had not missed ono II its
three evening editions six days in week,
including holidays Judge then Of the
establishment with which all hands heard
the editor call out to the foreman Of the
press room on the morning Of Decoration
day I'VE will omit the last two editions
today"
Cant do it, sir. replied the chief Of
the type settlers so dalcd by the unex-
pected order, that he forgot who was
speaking
I'VE will do it. " came the mild but firm
response. We will do it. II is holiday
of which we must make an exception. Ill
have to leave the first edition il your
hands. am going to join the column on
parade Truly. news has no breaks
Prof Tom" was going on parade
Earthquakes broken banks. rumors of
war in Europe, all were common place by
the side of this announcement.
1t required the personal presence both Of
Mick and Bones to verify the truth Of
it. These two important character gen
orally possessed inside information Of the
donEs of the sanctum quarters oh,
it's true exclaimed Nick to doubting
nearer. "and you needn't hedge Oh that
cablcgram. either.
why. we've seen his uniform, inter.
rlJptcd Bones, "spick and span-big brass
buttons-G. A. Il and all that-that"-
His memory failing, for he had no text to
follow Md, prompted him
That insignia of the order =
Yes. that insig"-stanmer Zones,
when the editor himself made his appear
ancc, the blue blouse and soldier cap in
his hand
Walking to the reporters table in the
ante room he opened a package of ad
justble buttons and letters, with silver
wreath and bullion cord, and apparently
regardless of the crowd of employees
around him, began to prepare his novel
suit.
BY this time the publisher of The
Grandeur had climbed the three fights of
stairs leading into the room, drawn thither
by the news, and putting and blowing
from the cxertion. to see whether The
Grandeur was in very truth about to stul-
tify it's ten years record by suspending
two issues
well we'll Whitaker, didn't know
that you had ever been in the army"
Il was there. sir, even if you did not
know it
"Why you were only a boy then; that's
years and years ago.
Yes, | was boy, but | was one of
1000 600 boys who fought the war"
This questioning of a fact of the past
seemed to arouse a personal pride, and
having completed his dress to his salts
faction he slipped ON the blouse, drew it
in, buttoncd it tightly. and placing the
Mcclellan cap rather iauntily, it must be
confessed. upon his head-with his 1.-the
straight figure, pale, earnest face and
deep blue eye, he looked the ideal soldier
Yes. | was soldier" he continued
proudly. his eye wandering over his audi
ence, then suddenly stopped, as though
he had said too much A second thought
urged him on, and he continued more
gently
AN EDITORS WAR STORY.
II was soldier. and this is the first
time since put off the blue that have
ever spoken of it to any who didn't know
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