San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1892-01-28

Grigg's desk.
Are you there, Griggs? Here's dis
patch from Ground Hogs Glory. From
Miggles. On his way to Pompey Smash.
Look here moment, Griggs."
Griggs snatched at the towel, dried
himself as he approached his room and
faced the editor.
"Griggs, this is of the very first i'm
portance."
Griggs' manner indicated earnest at
tention.
81 may tell you-in confidence, Griggs
that Miggles' speech must go in to-
night. No matter what else is crowded
out, on no account must you permit
Miggles' speech to be abbreviated by so
much as a line. would remain my
self, but have an engagement that
can't be broken-as important, in fact,
as this speech of Miggles', which is the
turning point in the canvass for the dis
trict. A change of forty or fifty votes
yes, twenty-at Pompey Smash, will
elect or defeat him. Griggs. predict
it will make Miggles."
"All right" said Griggs as the editor
left his room. He was putting ON his
coat when Simmott returned
PUT a good head on it, Griggs-some-
thing that will catch the eye." Simmott
was moving away the second time when
he halted, turned back, and dropping his
voice said: 81 may as well tell you. 1t
will be known soon anyhow. Miggles'
election means good deal, vast deal,
to me. So keep sharp lookout. See
that the speech goes in all right-no mis-
takes or ridiculous errors"
"All right" said Griggs. He glanced
at the dispatch Simmott had laid on his
desk as the editor and proprietor of The
Morning Star FASTENED away. Then he
whistled up to the composing room and
inquired if Daggs was there. Daggs was
there, and in answer to Griggs' request
hurried down, as by previous agreement.
"See here, Daggs; we've a dispatch
from Miggles. He has ordered us to
print his speech-the speech he will
make at Pompey Smash this evening.
Here it is" Griggs pulled drawer
out, brought out three proof slips and
handed them to Daggs. snow, as you
are going to run this thing tonight for
me, want you to be sure there are no
errors in it. guess I'd best crack a
head on it for you before go-the main
thing is to see that it goes in. That is
Simmotts imperative orders. No mat
ter what is left outfit the president dies
you mustn't leave Miggles' speech out.
I'm sorry it SO happens must be off to-
| night, but it's all plain sailing. You've
run my desk often enough to know just
what to do. That's all, Daggs. I'll send
the head up-take the speech and give it
to the foreman to get in hand at once"
When Daggs withdrew, Griggs sat
down, dashed off few lines, looked at
them, whirled them up the elevator and
went out. He was engaged; was to be
| married in fortnight, and as matter
of course dismissed The Morning Star,
Miggles and his speech from his mind
before he reached the corner. What
young man would not who was on his
way to his supper, with the certainty of
enjoying an evening with his affianced
at the theater?
''See here, Burton" said Daggs, as he
re-entered the composing room hastily,
''Griggs gave me imperative orders
from Simmott-to get this in hand at
once. Best run it out first thing. Mind
no matter what else is left out-Mig
giles speech goes in"
"All right" answered Burton. The
foreman took the proof slips, clipped
them up into twenty-one pieces, lit a
fresh cigar, and inside of ten minutes
Miggles' speech was in the hands of
twenty-one printers. The foreman was
enjoying minutes rest, when whistle
disturbed him. He rose and answered
the call.
"That you. Burton"
"Yes-what's wanted?"
"It's me-" said voice from the count
ing room. In hurry-going out of
town few miles unexpectedly-won't
be back. Get Griggs to look after things
for me. Ta-tap
"All right" Burton answered, in bliss
full ignorance of the arrangement Griggs
had made with Daggs.
Almost at the same moment the night
clerk, who was in the rear of the bust
ness Office, was calling by the telephone:
Hello, there, Star Officer
"Well," said the clerk, fumbling for
his pencil, and making ready for a new
advertisement.
"That you, Baker,"
"Yes, SIR"
1t was the proprietor's voice. He had
popped into drug store to speak to the
night editor.