Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1893-11-20


some illustrated papers which were her
lnvariable source of amusement. by
and by, becoming tired she wandered
over to the table. The rejected manu-
script on the chair caught her eye.
Gran'pop's papers were forbidden artl-
cles to her, but when she saw this
package and slowly spelled out the
writing on its cover, "the Chronicle,
there came to her mind that Gran pop
had told her when he was writing this
address the night before and was too
busy to play with her, that the manu-
script had to be sent in tomorrow.
This was tomorrow, she reasoned, and
the manuscript had not gone. Gran
pop must have forgotten it He would
be sorry, she knew.
Presently there came to her n bright
idea and she stood very still for
moment, thinking hard. Why could
not she take the manuscript to the
Chronicle? She knew where the office
was she had been there with Grau'pop
1t would be such a surprise to him to
find it already gone when he came
home. She decided to do it. She
took the bundle from the chair and
pulled on her jacket and tied her hood
fast She was used to dressing herself
and soon was on the steps, the manu-
script clutched firmly in her hand.
Then she started off for the Chronicle
Office, proud OF her self-appointed
mission.
The elevator boy was much SIR
prised and not little amused when
she asked for the editor. He tried to
chaff her on the way up, but she re-
fused to take any notice of his re-
marks, if she understood them. All
her thoughts were on the top story
and the editor. Despite his fun
making the elevator boy was trifie
impressed, and, thinking she might be
one of the "old man 5" relations, when
they arrived at the upper floor he
showed her to the door of the sanctum
and told her to knock Then he left
her and went back to his post
The editor was greatly surprised
when n timid knock sounded on his
door, and in answer to his "come in"
he saw over his golI-bowed spectacles
the diminutive maiden who entered.
He looked at her hard, but she did not
appear discounted She came toward
him without hesitation and stood with
one little hand resting on the edge of
the desk, the other extending the
folded manuscript.
"Gran'pop forgot to bring it down,
so I fetched it," she explained, her
blue eyes looking MP into his puzzled
gray ones.
Now, the editor was not n man easily
confused, but this was novel expert
ence even for him. In all his life he
never remembered having received in
his Office SO small and at the same
time SO confident visitor as this. He
looked at her sharply, almost sternly,
srspecting he was the victim of some
the baby eyes were not frightened.
He took the manuscript from her
grasp and ope.ed it. There was no
solution of the mystery to be obtained
here, however. The story was some
local history of early days. There
was no name, no marx of any kind to
tell who wrote it or where it came
from. Non-plussed, he turned his eyes
upon the little figure beside him.
Somehow, in spite of the old-fashionel
and much worn clothes, it suggested
to him that OF II little one who hal
onca callel him father, an a kin lily
smile lit his face.
"l don't know anything about this
paper" he sail. "Who did it come
| FROM"
From Gran'po9, she answered, rs
if that conveyed full information.
eyes, but who's Gran'pop? / don't
remember him"
"Why don't you know him? He's
, been here often, and came with him
once or twice, that's how I knew
| where it was.
L The editor raciled his brain in vain
: to think who Gran'pop could be.
| "Well. " he said at last, "you sit
] down in that big chair there and I'll
, look over this paper and tell you what
, to say TO him." Then he wheeled his
chair about and began reading.
1t did not take long, however, for
him to decide what to do. He struck
a hand-bsll on the desk and boy came
into the room. "Send Mr.. Campbell
to me !" the editor said.
A moment and the city editor Of the
Chronicle entered.
Campbell, said the editor, edo
you know whose writing that is?" and
he handed him the manuscript.
eyes" answered the other cts old
John Harmon's. He brought it in
here this morning and told him we
couldn't use 1t. It's all ancient his
tory"
We'll" said the editor bit shortly,
5 IT'S the kind of ancient history the
l Chronlele wants. Can't you see that
mat local matter that good many
!, would rather read than news? Give it
II good place on the fourth page of to-
G morrow issue, and I'll try to see that
n we have column OF Just such stuff