The Portland daily press., 1892-06-11

The adventure had become so compli-
Gated that he was bound to 'ssee it out"
After having climbed three flights of
stairs the young lady stopped before
door that bore the inscription, "City
Editorial Rooms"
Then she looked in a shamefaced
manner from Mr.. Rush to the door and
from the door to Mr.. Rush.
But he never said word.
She turned the knob and entered. The
room was filed with the tobacco smoke
of reporters who had just turned in their
copy.
In the farther end of the room stood
the desk of the local editor of The Daily
Press Telegraph.
He wheeled around on his chair as the
door opened, and seeing the young lady
he exclaimed: 'sHello, there you are
Miss G. Did you get in all right? Oh,
you did? Well, you haven't very much
time to get your story written, and he
smiled in thoroughly pleased manner.
Then catching sight of the gentleman
he arose with alacrity and extended his
hand with a sHow do you do, Jack;
glad to see you; come and sit down
minute. will talk to you as soon as /
have sent this copy up stairs. Take
paper. Haven't seen you since college
time,' and turning to his desk he con-
tinued to make broad marks with blue
pencil across the reporters copy.
Mr.. Rush was bewildered. What did
it all mean? Was the delicious young
creature who sat there in gorgeous
finery at an ink stained desk, writing
away for dear life, really the same
young lady whom he had met in the ex-
elusive society of the Van Tromps?
While waiting for the time when the
city editor would give him the key to
the puzzle he made list of the guests
who had been at the ball, for which the
young lady rewarded him with a gra-
cious though d trifie shamefaced smile.
''You see, my dear boy" at last said
the editor in half whisper, 1--WE worked
it beautifully. We had to get something
about the Van Tronp affair, but even
our keenest reporters were balked in any
attempt to secure particulars before
hand. There was still less likelihood of
our getting the news at the ball itself
unless we employed desperate means.
Miss G. has been writing some stories
for us occasionally, and of course she
objected very strenuously at first to ap-
pear under false colors until the manag-
ing editor promised her a regular ap-
pointment on the paper, which she needs
badly enough, poor girl. She is taking
care Of crippled brother and of her
mother also. They had once been in
better circumstances. But that is neither
here nor there. Isn'tit beautiful! Hired
dress, diamonds, carriage, everything
How grandly we will scoop our esteemed
contemporaries" and he laughed bois-
terously.
Mr.. Rush Joined in the laugh.
About four months later the young
lady reporter was playing with spar
king diamond ring that shone on her
hand. Mr.. Rush sat by her side and
nobody was near to interrupt their little
tete-a-tete.
Mr.. Bush was very thoughtful.
"What is ailing you, Jack-Mr. RushY'
came from her.
She had to repeat the question after a
wait of minute or SO.
81 will ask you just one question" he
replied, "if you promise not to take it
amiss."
OF course the promise was given.
Glow is it that you posed as a friend
of the De Ryders when you came to the
Van Tromp ball?''
The young lady burst into ripping
laugh.
"You dear old goose" she said at last,
when she succeeded in suppressing her
mirth, there is nice old woman going
the rounds of the newspaper offices at
night. She sells apples, figs, candy
anything you want. Her name is Mrs. De
Ryder, and she never dreamed that any
one else bore that name but herself.
You would not blame me for the little
stratagem of using her name, especially
as it was perfectly true that she sin
cerely regretted her inability to enjoy
the hospitality of Mrs. Van Trump
would you?' De Lipman in Epoch