The Iowa plain dealer. [volume] (New Oregon, Howard County, Iowa) 1867-1895, 1889-04-11

Bright pet OF mine,
smile Of thine
Would cheer mo In my ssddcst sorrow:
And light the heart
AZ rays that dart
From clouds that part
With beams, that promise glad tomorrow.
-0sorgs W. Bunsay, in chronological Journal
"OH! [ SAY, BILLY"
Romance OF the Old Man and His
Pretty Editress.
The old man had gone TO his lunch.
He wasn't an cd man, but that Is
what every body In that vast estab-
lishment, from the senior editor down
to the printers devil, called him-be-
hind his back. In point OF fact, he
waa young man, not moro than three
and-thirty, though In consequence Of
his dignified bearing and exceedingly
grave, quiet demeanor he might have
been. and usually was, taken for i've
years older ut least He was . tall.
slow-moving, good-looking man with
an air Of suppressed power about him
the sort OF q man it was hard to
think Of a. once having been small
boy in knickerbockers, let alone a
baby In long clothes He had dark
blue, rather near-sighted eyes-but
woe to him who tried to take advan-
tage Of their near-sightedness-
straight, dark hair, o firm. we'll.
formed mouth and strong. decided
chin. And when he spoke. which was,
in business hours, at least, as seldom
- possible, 1t was In slow. measured
way that at times became o drawL
Judging Mr.. William Enderby by his
manner Of speaking and moving, one
would have come to the conclusion
that time was with him minor con-
sideration altogether. But was itp /
shonld rather think not Next to the
old man the clock reigned supreme In
that great publishing house.
But whatever feeling every body
entertained toward the despotic clock,
It Is certain that every body, though
moro or less In fear of him, respected.
yes. and liked the old man. He was 90
thoroughly honest and honorable
meant what he said-did what he
thought right, and exacted from no
one In his employ q jot more than he
thought 1t his or her duty to do. In
proof Of the latter assertion he did not
exact from some OF them as much as
he did himself.
Well, the old mans carriage had
rolled away, with the old man and the
senior editor in it to the hotel where,
they both being bachelors, they took
their midday meal, and. as it rolled
away. the doors Of the editorial
rooms. that had been shut, opened,
and those that had been open, opened
still wider.
These cubby holes. or. as r Rider
pronounced Reeder) Haggard calls
them, rabbit hutches," formed q
semi-circle around the main office and
were directly opposite the sanctum
sanctorum Of the old man. At the
large table in the main Office McG regor
Douglas, picker up Of considered lit
erary tribes and writer Of crisp para
graphs, had his place
whats the news. Douglas?" called
voice from one Of the cubby holes OF
rabbit hutches.
Douglas, a long-legged. bright
faced young fellow, threw down the
exchange he was perusing with
lightning glance and replied cheerily
News as is news. We're to have q
funny department exclusively fol-
women. Nothing to be admitted in i,
but the queer thoughts, sayings and
doings of the unfair SEX"
This announcement was followed BY
questions and EXPLANATIONS in voice.
from I'LL the cubby- holes or rabbit
hutchea
Great heavens! it will take up til.
whole paper.
''Oh! come; ar'n't you fooling?"
Whose idea is it?''
How do you know"
Who is to have charge Of it?"
''Give me time and I'll tell you. :
said Douglas s'lt's the old man.
idea / heard him talking to thu
senior about it In fact deliberatel,
listened when ! should have beer
minding my own business" (Cries o.
Shame! shame!' from all the cubby
holes or rabbit hutches.) THE Of
man. Douglas goes on. thinks it vii
take. So do L.
THAT settles it"
How much space is 1t to occupy?'
Are We to be enlarged?"
Doubled. you mean; no, less vii
do"
mo. indeed, for rum creeters
women as the dirty-faced man il
Hckwick observed.
"Go on. Douglas, Douglas, tende
and true
I'm 60 on il you'll stop your in
fernal racket" says the "tender an
true" Two columns is the limit
and it's to be edited by woman. an
she is to have seat ut my table,
my dear boy, cut your throat a
once with your scissors.
"Our funniest artist looks lik
Hamlet - wonder what she'll loo
like"
"Sharp as to bones as we'll as wit
"Of uncertain age"
Zone OF those clever, ugly faces"
why don't the old man put he
over in the corner with the fashio
editor"
Because. l suppose" answer
Douglas. lit ia intended that / shoul
aid her by handing over all the queer
odd. funny, purely feminine items
come across to her. And she'll b
here tomorrow.
$50 soon, puir, bonny Scot
Wont it be funny, though, to SC
the old man bending gravely owe
her, looking as though he were abo,
to deliver q funeral grafton. and bic
ding her in Show m-e-as-u-r-e-