The Dickinson press., 1891-12-26

IN THROUGH THE DOOR STROBE OLD MAI
DERRINGER.
you get out and place thatite some
where?"
Perhaps WILL" he replied without
looking up.
"Well, don't let it go 20 waste" 1
said, "let us have it at space rates if
you're not going to sell it any where
else."
But he wouldn't do it and sat
u. .owsmg there until | forgot about
him.
just as was getting into my over
coat Herrick came in. "What's Der
ringer doing out on the stairs?" he
asked, curiously
~ didn't know he was out, there"
said.
"He's out there on the first land
ing down." said Herrick; lighting a
cigarette. "What else is new?" I
asked.
81 met Williams" Herrick said,
this afternoon, and he said he met
Derringer prowling up Crosby Street
along about dusk. Derringer told him
that he'd found out the name of the
ringleader OF that Anarchist meeting
night before last. None of the papers
had it you know"
"Who did Derry say hs was?"
Derringer shook hands with me, say
ing over and over again:
'Did you ever see anything work so
well?" Then, he turned to the crowd
and. raising his voicein his old, theat-
rical way, and half smiling, he said:
"Major Mcbride, and gentlemen of
the reportorial staff: This is one Of
the crowning moments of my long
and chequered career. Let me
sketch biography: There was once
young man who had a dissipated,
foolish and improvident father. They
separated and lived in different cities,
because they were too much alike.
Both, for instance, were newspaper
men. The son, in his city, read much,
WAS careless Of his earnings and es-
poused the cause of red-handed An
archy! He became a leader in its ranks.
He came to this city, and, intoxicated
by the applause OF the long haired
beer-drinkers of the slums, fascinated
by a dream ofnewspaperfa fame he help
ed to plan the shooting of great ed
itor.
'That young scoundrel's father was
sent by this great editor to report his
own sons intended crime He didn't
do it. Nobody would! He preferred
to argue the son out of the idea. He
knocked the son down brief but un-
carpeted flight of stairs. 1t was, as
you will please forgive me for observ-
ing, a knock-down argument. The
fathe, then carted his son to hotel
and, starting at midnight at the basic
principles OF this government, he ar
gued for the star.spangled banner till
noon the next day with the door
locked. He told his son, furthermore,
that Christmas was a bad time of
year for any cause that didn't pro-
mote peace on earth, good will to
men! And that fantastical son was
regenerated into an American citizen,
and l take pleasure in presenting him
as q Christmas gift to the nation.
Tonight he saved great editor from
the bullet of a bewhiskered assassin.
l take pleasure gentlemen, in pre-
senting my son!"
Then the Major made neat speech,
complimenting Derringer on his good
judgment.
"When the paper goes to press" he
,tinued, "if all you gentlemen will
vt me in tho pla =.
slime to wish
eas.. as ,.uvance, q mer-
ry Cir:s.mas!'
The only fellows who could work in
| telligently were those who wrote I'M
the affair in oil its details. And they
did give big account OF it. Derry's
name was in every paragraph. None
OF us left the Office till the first copies
We're off the press and we could see it
all in cold type, with its big black
headlines: