San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1888-06-06

"Ah, Mr.. McMurray! A delightful
morning, sirr' The major beamed on him
affulgent. Singer ard Withrow, the news
editor, both driving their pens furiously at
McMurray's appearance, winked at each
other the seedy major, with his grand
brawny build, his imperturbable suavity and
his dauntleSS lying, always came off first best
in these encounters. McMurray, in his fault
less black clothes, with all his backing of
wealth and conscientious religion, seemed to
feel himself thin and sour, and cOwed before
him.
II wonder" he said, with a sheer, ''that
with your higher literary occupations, you
can spare time to beSege this office as
you dO.'
"'Pon my soul, 1 wonder, too. Now
that is precisely what my publishers
say to me- Write book, Standish,' they
say. Take the public between the eyes with
4 knock down blow Then those magazine
fellows in New York and Boston are crying
out every month for me to come to their
1elp. But like to see the old Camera sue
,eed, that's the truth"
The Camera is under obligation to you"
Not at all. I'm glad to help build it up.
I've pride Philadelphia enterprise, sr-a
nave here, sir" touching his forehead, was
meant for mankind, not to barter for fame
Dr. money. By the way, have you seen that
last little thing of mine in the WeStmin-
ster"
mo, nor nobody else" savagely.
"Ah," you don't take the quarterlies' I'll
send it to you. I'll send it to you Good
morning, Mr. McMurray, good morning"
Keep that liar and braggart out of the
office, Mr. Singer" said McMurray in his
coolest, civilest tones; for when other men
would have ragged, his sense of duty kept
him quietest. He smoothed his face before
going back into office. Young John Proc
tor was there, the clergyman to whom Nc
Nurray's church, through his influence, had
just given a call. He had just come from
the depot after two years absence in the
west, and' McMurray was striving to do him
honor in his hard, ungenial way. Proctor
had been a sort of ward of his, and it was
whispered about in the Office that McMurray
would be glad to have him now for son-in-
law. This church was his idol, and to see
his only child the wife of one of its ministers
was, in his opinion, to inC!ose her in the
pearly gates of salvation while yet alive
1.-The office" felt as if the delicate, bright
haired little heiress would be thrown away
on Proctor. These pennilesS preachers
know how to feather their nests" Singer
had said but few minutes before
Mr.. McMurray could not forget Standish
when he went back to his Office. Lazy old
Bohemian!" he growled. eff you want the
most disreputable vices, Mr.. Proctor, always
look for them in an old man who lives by his
wits"
"Who was itfa
''Standish-the major You know him..
"What! Theref Proctor dashed out into
the Office without his hat, and down the
stairs, shouting, "Hillo, major!" leaving
McMurray astonished behind him. He took
up his pen and began to write severely. The
carnal flesh was stronger i'll the young man
than he had thought. Withrow, out of Gu
riosity. lounged down the stairs and found
John at the door looking anxiously up and
down the street.
'Ah, Mr.. W!throw! do YOU remember me-
John Proctor" wringiny his hand in hearty
fashion which lie used to have when boy
Pm looking for a friend of mine, Ltaj
Standish."
Yes. Maj. Munchausen, we cali him in
the office"
HE is a friend OF mine" cooly. The
office does not know him as well as | do,
probably"
Withrow felt himself rebufed, but only
for minute. "The old fellow has a cockloft
over ware house somewhere, where he cooks
for himself. How no lives, God knows. He
has nothing now but the odd jobs We give
him here in the Office. He's had nothing from
US for two weeks
SIS he alonet There was little girl, or
woman, rather" Proctor LOs!Eatal tn