The Opelousas courier., 1893-11-25

be sorry, eLe knew. .,,
Presently there came to her a oflgnt
idea and she stood very still for e,
moment. thinking hard. Why could l
not she take the manuscript to the
Chronicle? She knew where the ONCE
was she had been there with Gran pop.
It would be such a surprise to him 10
find it already gone when he came
home. She decided to dc 1t: one
took the bundle from the chair ana
pulled on her jacket and tied her hooa
fast, She was used to dressing herselt
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 selt-appo'n'ea
The elevator boy was much sur
nriged and not a little amused Wnen
she asked for the editor. He tired 10
chat her on the way up, but she re-
fused to take any notice Of his re,
marks. if she understood them. Ali
her thoughts we're on the top story
and the editor. Despite MS lua
making the elevator boy was q trlne
impressed, and, thinking she might Dc
| one Of the sold mans relations, When
thew arrived at the upper Hoor Nc
| showed her to the door Of the sanctum
and told her to knock. Then ne le1t
her and went back to his post
The editor was greatly SURPRISED
when q timid knock sounded on MS
door, and in answer to his come Id
ha Jaw over his gold-bowed speetacies
the diminutive maiden who entered
he looked at her hard, but she dld no,
appear discounted. She came towafa
him without hesitation and stood WIZ
one little hand resting on the edge OF
The desk. the other extending the
folded manuscript.
"Gran'pop forgot to bring it down,
"a I fetched it," she explained her
blue ewes looking up into his puzzled
IN Now. the editor was not q man easily
confused. but this was a novel expert
ence even for him. In all his lie 10
never remembered having received ID
his Office so small and at the same
time SO confident a visitor as this. He
looked at her sharply, almost sternly,
suspecting he was the victim Of some
Joke but her gaze never hlnched' ana
the baby eyes were not frightened.
He took the manuscript from her
grasp and opened 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 mark of any kind to
tell who wrote it or where it came
from. Non-plussed, be turned his eyes
l,nnon the little figure beside him:
Somehow, in spite of the old-fashloned
q and much-worn clothes, it suggested
; to him that of a little VINO mao
once called him father. and a klndiy
9 emile lit his face. ~.
q II don't know anything about thlE
paper." he said. "Who did it com
q from?"
s.From Gran pop" she answered, al
" if that conveyed full information.
u eyes, but who's Gran'pop? l don,
it remember him"
:. "Why don't you know him? He
been here often, and l came with MN
n once or twice, that's how l kne7
b where it was" i.
ID The editor racked his brain in val
] to think who Gran'pop could be.
"WelI." he said at last, '.you 81
I down in that big chair there and II
?, look over this paper and tell you wha
70 saw to him" Then he wheeled hl
chair about and began reading.
OF It did not take long, however, 10
him to decide what to do. He struc
sn q hand.bel on the desk and g boy cam
in into the room. "Send Mr.. Campbe
ID to mel" the editor said.
/. A moment and the city editor OF th
ie Chronicle entered. =,
Campbell" said the editor, q
lie Won know whose writing that is?" an
he handed him the manuscript.
ii eyes" answered the other its Of
m John Harmon's. He brought 1t
10. here this morning and I told him '
I'd couldn't use it. It's all ancient HI
tory" ,a-
to .it's the kind Of ancient history u
rt- Chronicle wants. Can't you see tn
Il, that's local matter that a good ma
b, would rather read than news? Give
De- . rood place on the fourth page OF t
morrow's issue, and I'll try to see tn
y we have a column of just such stt
twice q week. That'sall!" Il.
The city editor did not see the lit
figure in the big chair, and q bit d
ne concerted at being turned down
IL sharply, he took up the manuserl
up hpain and left the roo wonderli
st. what was the matter with the 20
70. man" and how the historical stuff h
sAs come into his hands.
leg When he had gone, the editor dre
q sheet Of paper toward him. LOOK!
.ad at the little figure in the chair, ne SOL
~ ~ sI viii write a letter for you to ia
with you and give it to Gran pop.
~ She nodded her head wisely, n
VIC ranidly wrote q few lines. Then
ing folded the sheet, put it in an envelo
r;ss and rose.
zlss The little girl slipped out Of I
- chair and came cross to him. ITO
ns by!' he said, laying a hand on
head. sand come and see me 80
,~os time again. Then he opened :
aas door and watched her ring the I
and disappear in the elevator.
WE The elevator boy was quite defer
lied tial to her going down; but she p
ore. no more attention to him than beto
tied When she slipped out Of the build
,out she hurried up the street, d letee
self her hand. As she turned the Q