The Van Buren press., 1893-08-05

Vax Esre . crcSS1n< a&x<cH ae4A
WAS - the steps The nAnascrsFa
caut<Aed <Ey u her had TAen sAe
Started 81 fer the Chzeases ef6ca.
p~0sd Of her seas-sppoins<z mission.
The elevator hoy was nnch surprised
and not little amused when she asked
for the edisc-. He tried 10 chAf her on
the way sr. but she refused te tsse
any ucsire cf hi< remArkx- Il she uudcrs
stood tAeza Al her thoughts were on
the top s.orr and the editor. Despite
his fun-aaking the elevator hoy was
tr;ee impressed. and. thinking she
might he one of the -sold mans" rela-
6ouk y whea thcy arrived - the upper
faonr he showed her 70 the door Of tho
xanetun and told her to Eunc& Then
he left her and went back 10 his pest
The zediter. was greatly surprised
when o tiaid knock ksuhded an h1s
door and in answer 70 his come in he
saw over Eis gold bowed spcctacaes the
diminufire maiden mho entered He
looked hard at her, hut she did not ap-
pear discounted. She came toward
him without hesitation and stood with
one little hand resting on the edge oi
the desk. the other extending thefoldec
manuscript.
.6ran,pop forgot to bring il down.
so fetched it, she explained. her blue
eyes looking up into his pazzled gray
ones =ss
Now. the editor was not man easily
confused. but this was . novel ex-
II g. y In oH
ihe never remembered having received
| in his office 20 small and as the same
time so confident . visitor as this He
looked At her sharply. almost sternly.
suspccting he was the victim OF some
Joke; but her gaze never finehed and
the baby eyes were not frightened. He
took ahea manusssipt from her grasp
and opposed 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.sny Kind TO tell who
wrote it or where 1t came from. Nom
pluosed. b. funed his eyes upoa the
little fe1U beside him somehow. In
spite Of tn old fsshioned and much
wusn clothes. II snggssted 70. him that
Of little one who once had called him
father. and kindly smile lit his face
II don't know anything about this
paper" he said. 'Who did 1t come
| from2" "a a. A. - ! ~
-Fpn san'poA ssAe answezedt as il
IA sSnveyed full 1nSofmattone
Yea. but who's gran'pop? l don't
remember him."
why, dor't you know him? He's
been here often, and came with him
once or twice. that's how knew where.
| il was"
The editor racised his brain In vain to
think who gran'pop could be-
well, he said at last, "you sit down
in that big chair over there and I'll look
over this paper and tell you what to say
to him." Then he wheeled his chair
about and begapsaedingss=s.
Is1idn't tai lonE IeMever, for him
Ito d6kide whataHosd6 Ne struek hand
bell on the desk and boy came into
the room "Send Mr.. Campbell to metz
the editor said.
A moment later tho city editor OF the
Chronicle entered
sCampbelI" said the editor, do you
know whose writing that is?" and he
handed him the manuscript
YES" said the other; ''it's old John
Harmon's. He brought it in here this
morning and l told him we couldn't
use it It's all ancient history"
"Well" said the editor. bit shortly,
"it's the kind of ancient history that
the Chronicle wants. Can't syou see
that that's local matter that . good
many would rather read than news?
Give it good place on the fourth page
OF to-morrow's issue, and I'll try 70 see
that we have column Of just such
stuff twice week. That's ALI"
Tie sfty editor did not see the little
figure In the big chair. and. bit dis
concerted ut being turned down 70
sharply. he took up the manuscript
again and left the room, wondering
what was the matter with the ''old
man. and how No historical stun had
come into his hands
When he had gone the editor drew
sheet Of paper toward him. Looking
~ the little hgure in the chair he sai
4 will write q letter Tor you to take
with You and give to gran'pop."
She nodded her head wisely. and he
rapidly wrote a few lines Then he
folded the sheet, put it in An envelope
and rose.
The little girl slipped out Of the chair
and came across to him 'Good-by!'
he said, laying q hand on her head,
'and come and see me some time
again." Then be opened the door and
watched her ring the bell and disap-
! lpear iBsthe elevator. - fws4S
The elevator boy was quite deferen-
| tial to her going down: but she paid NO
more attention to him than before.
When she slipped out Of the building
she hurried up the street, the letter. in
| her hand As she turned the corner
near home she saw ''Gran'pop" just en-.
tering the door and ran hard to catch
him; but he had gone in before she came
up. so she knocked on the door. The
same instant II was pulled open hur
Eriedly and the old man, white and trem
bling. stood in the frame.
h'sThank God" he breathed, drawing
her up in his arms and burying his face
in her curlsa'I thought you were lost
mo. only been to tn Office" ex
claimed Polly, clinging to his neck.
ITO the office. Where do you
mean?''
''Th' Chronicle office. l took th' writ
ing down there You left on tn chair anG