Middletown transcript., 1891-08-27

Wrongs overthrow pain swift release
Dark footsteps guided into peace.
The light of love in loves eyes;
Age that Is young as we'll Us wise
An honest hand that needs no ward;
life with right in true accord.
hope-bud waxing into joy;
happiness without alloy
A mothers kiss; baby's mirth-
These are the sweetest things of earth.
EMMA C.. DowD.
THE STAFF OF THE BRIGGsvILLI
BUGLE."
n r. Bernard Bergeois was start
Nl led. He jumped visibly, and
nearly dropped handful o.
type he was taking from q. galley to
the form on the imposing stone. II
was incompatible with the dignity Of
the foreman of the mechanical depart
ment of the Briggsville Bugle to lose
his self control in this way, and he
looked around uneasily as a fluffy.
haired girl al case near by snigger.
ed and made a whispered remark to
another compositor then they looked
at him and laughed.
What made the foreman Jump was
whistle from the speaking. tube not
far from his ear. He did not immedi
ately obey the summons. and another
whistle more pronounced and longer
than the first made him glue his
mouth to the tube and bawl back,
"Hello T.
"Come into my room. Don't you
understand ?"
Mr.. Bernard Bergeois thought he
understood, and taking off his apron.
went into the hallway. From an adj
joining room be heard the clicking of
q typewriter, at intervals with a
steady "plunk !" and then with brief
intermissions of silence. He hesitated
before knocking at the closed door J;
for when the "old man /" used his
machine that way it was an office
maxim that he was in a.bad temper.
And the cold man was In a bad
temper when Mr.. Bernard Bergeois
mustered up enough courage to face
him. His eyes cleaned through a
pair Of gold-bowed spectacles, and his
hair. which was turning gray, was
rumpled over his forehead He gave
the tardy foreman reprimand for his
slowness, and then made remark
that quite upset Mr.. Bernard Ber.
geois. "Send everybody home," he
said.
81 don't think | quite understand,
sir" faltered the foreman. "It1is but
little after four o'clock"
"That makes no difference. Cant
you hear? Send everyone away from
here except my Office boy. That's
plain enough, ISM it p
Every now and then the "old man"
would absently strike key with his
finger, and then look up and jerk out
few words.
But there are five columns to set
-" began the bewildered foreman.
"Come earlier in the morning, then.
| don't want anybody around now.
How can a man write with those
presses out there making such an
everlasting noise, and you people in
the composing.room and giggling and
making the devilofa racket? Why
don't you have better discipline out
there? 7"
Mr.. Bernard Bergeois had no
answer ready He was quite nom
plussed. Never before in the course
of his professional career had he re-
ceived such an order as this. Send
everybody homei" Was the sold
man going insane? Did he not
know that tomorrow was publication
day. Z,
gan again.
"Send your five columns TO the
deuce !" interrupted the other, furi
ously' !" I don't care whether there
are five columns or fifty, SO long as
everyone of you gets out of here.
Send me my ofice.boy !"
Now the ofice.boy, who, by-the-
way, was named Cox, but who was
known to, his intimate friends as
"Swipesey," was much more pleased
with the orders he had received than
he worthy foreman. He went down
into the lower office and sat in an
ieasy chair, with his feet on The desk
in front of him. and watched the
other employees file out with a lordly
air.
Hope you have pleasant time,'
he said, politely, to the aufy-haired
compositor. (" We Can run this office
alone this afternoon, tOe can. write
the eddytorials and sets 'em up. The
old man he's writing important let
tiers, and can't be disturbed. Good
afternoon.
Cox made himself comfortable in
the easiest chair lie could fine, and
amused himself by looking over a pile
of exchanges on a desk at hand.
Presently this began to bore him, and
be began rummaging about the room.
It was seldom that he was in the
lower eff 70 alone, and he amused
himself by climbing up on high
stool, and taking pen and ink and
scribbling on some of the Office paper.
I can do this, when / am one of
the eddytors," he chuckled to him.
self.
Just then he heard some one COM
ing up the stairs slowly and turn in
al the door of the Office. He raised
his head and looked over the desk,
and saw a woman standing there.
She had very pale face. but was
very handsome. She looked at the
boy YEARLY.
Is the editor in ?" she asked.
Well, that depends," said Swipe.
sey, still scribbling vigorously, and
looking M between dabs at the white
face before him. (Which one do you |
want to see p