Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1890-05-07
A WORLD OLD STORY.

A WORLD OLD STORY.
Mr.. Joseph Latimer was the owner
and editor of a daily jour- al in one of
our large inland cities. When his son
Hugh married he took him INTO part
nership and made him managing editor
of the paper, which by that time had
Lecome a very valuable property. Grail
ually Mr.. Latimer gave up his interest
in the age 10 his son, who came,
however, every evening to the house to
consult with him.
One day, when the future policy of
The paper upon an important interstate
comm ercial q estion was to be decided,
Hugh found his father waiting in the
hall for him. He beckoned him into
the library.
We shall not be interrupted here
But the sweet, decided voice of
woman called from the stairs
Bring Hugh up t. my room, dear.
1t Is too cold fo- Inc in the library
The young man gave an impatient
shrug.
Il have very little time, and it will
take SO long to explain the matter to
III ther.'
y eS, yes said Mr.. Latimer. But
don't be impatient with her, Hugh; she
used to consult with Inc about every
point in the paper when it started, and
her interest is just as keen now.'
1T was little six by ten weekly
sheet then, full of stories and riddles,
crumbled the young man, as he fol-
lowed his father up the stairs. But lie
SIN led as he entered the CHEEKY little
room, with Its warm CT mson drapery
and bright wood fire, known i'll the
house as mothers corner and gave
his mother a hearty hug and kis'. She
was Il slender, daintily dressed woman,
with her white hair curling little on
the forehead, "A soft color on her cheeks
and a certain g!eam OF command IN her
friendly brown eyes.
The LatImer children were all proud
of their mothers beauty and charm;
and they were as fond of her as they
had Eeen W en- they were children, she
being, as Hugh o'ten said, the most
IL o. heTly of mothers
is Clara with you, IIugh?'
Yes; she is in the parlor with
Frances. Are you not going down,
mot er?'
Presently. l must take part in this
pour parler first
oh, very well!'
She sea ed herself beside her little
workable near the fire.
Go OIL, BOYS, | am all attention.
nodding and smiling rightly at them.
The two men began their consuita-
ton. but under restraint Mrs. Lat
inner interrupted Them with incessant
questions.
4 am shamefully ignorant upon this
matter, Hugh she said at last. 'In-
deed, l have not helped you at all on
the "Age" this winter, as L Should
have done. What with managing the
house, and taking Fra:.ces into society
and overlooking Jerry at college, have
lost J.. mot on home and foreign poll
ties
Il keep Clara in ignorance of both, ,
said Hugh. A foul muddle everywhere,
| tell her Women had better keep
from it,
oh, Clara!' The color rose to Mrs
La liners cheek. She was silent a mo-
ment. Pray do not decide on this mat
ter, Joseph, until l have looked Into it
a little. Your father used to say,
Hugh, Give me Susan'S intuitions be-
fuTe any mans reasonings.'
'Ah, mother, you like to put your
little fingers into every pie!' said Hugh,
with a short, annoyed laugh.
Mrs. Latimer shot a Keen glance at
him. The joke Jared on her. AS she
sat there every day, listening to the
family consultation, she always liked t.
remember Madame de Maintenon
stitching at her seam in the council of
the wing, speaking The decisive word
which controlled the destinies of France.
But her son just now had spoken to her
Us to child who must be amused.
'Hughl'
Only the other day she was teaching
the dull boy his primer; and how dull
lie wasl
They were talking now of a news
paper man from New York, who had
written two or three articles for the
age"
If you say so. father said Hugh, Il
will make a permanent arrangement
with Noblit tonight. He is the very
man for the times
Then the times demand neither wit,
logic nor sense said Mrs. Latimer,
with acerbity. The man is slangy and
shallow
He really is a very popular writer
just now,' said her husband, gently.
lie Will help the paper immensely
BY lowering Its tone? HIS style is
execrable. S-rely you will allow,
Joseph, that / am judge of good Eng
lIsh. You used to say that my taste
was founded on the best models
Yes, yes. Susan; but the models and
you and l are a little old-fashioned, Pm
afraid
The angry tears rose to Mrs. Lati-
mer's eyes.
My opinion is of very little value, I
see,' she said. L shall not offer it
again. Do as you think best
Hugh put his hands on her shoulders
and kissed her.
Pm afraid we must IN this case,
nanny DEAR he said. 'Noblet will DE
a big card for us. The eagle" is try
ing to snap him up. L must telegraph
for him to night
She knitted her brows and snapped
off her thread wrathfully, but did not
speak. Hugh remembered how these
Signs used to make his heart quake
when he was little chap standing be-
fore her knees. Dear mammyl Under
all she was always tender-hearted and