The Opelousas courier., 1893-11-25

~ES9Ss making out an as
MEsM signment list, when
WSIMS8#NSM a queer old fashion
W@SNSN| ed figure Of a man
SW&%~~ came into the room
and stood waiting by the side of the
desk.
"Well p said the city editor. look
ing up sharply, after an instant, what
do you want?"
II wanted to know if you could
make use Of this" answered the new
conner, timidly holding out a small
bundle Of manuscript.
EtIm sure we can't unless it's some
thing a trife less hoary with age than
that you brought here the other day"
The city editor, who was a compare
lively young man, very alert, very
quick in speech, and all business, took
the manuscript, unfolded it with o
nap and ran his eye over the first few
linsg. Then he wheeled his chair
around and said, Strengthening up and
speaking testify: g
"Now look here, John Harmon, once
and for all, understand that it's mouse
bringing such stuff as that in here,
and / won't be bothered with looking
at It'll Why, this is identieally. the
game ancient history you triedto shove
off on me the other day"
"But T polished it upl' suggested
the old man. =,
polished up your grandfather p
exclaimed the other. "Why, you
couldn't polish that matter SO that it
would be readable if you worked for
Y It's hard luck; hut the plain
truth is there are too many young men
hustling for live news to allow of such
back-number trash as that being good
for anything but to stop a hole.
haven't got any more time to talki i
you get any news, bring it in and !
will look at it! Otherwise, stay away,
please ~
The city editor faced his desk again,
picked up his pen and fell to work, no
looking at the other. The older maj
for an instant stood motionless, thel
he picked up the manuscript, put it u
his pocket and turning away walked
slowly out of the room without a word
The wind was biting hard outside
and he drew his collar about his ear
as he walked despondently down a sid
street. He had not far to go. for pres
emily he went up the steps Of a SINAI
house and opened the door. The room
into which he came was bare and mis-
cradle looking, and everywhere showe'
the lack of awoman'sh andto straightel
the few bits of furniture, which onl.
served by their mean repair to add t
, the forlorn appearance of the apart
ment. The old man stood quite still
, one hand resting on the doorjamf
staring ahead of him as if he saw %
yond the opposite wall. AS he-stoo
there. there came a glad child's CT
from the other end of the room:
,, ooh, Gran'p POP, I glad you come
It's awfully lonesome" :
: The old man face Frightened. Il
reached down and, as the little 81
came running to him, caught heru
: and laboringly lifted her to his breas
9 Then he kissed her and put her dow
She did not see the tears on his cheel
as he talked to her Of the fun tht
q would have that evening 'after Tel
q was done" After work was done "
i the season when these two had graz
s romps together. Work, as little Fol
: well knew, meant writing, writin
9 writing until she would crawl upon q
y did mans knee and beg him to COZ
play. and he would drop the pen fro
. his cramped fingers and let her K
from his eyes the mist which Won
u gather there, when he kept his MI
long fixed on the pages before him.
id John Harmon was nearly eighty,
"a broken down newspaper man" he Y
called. and his only inheritance fr'
: past days was a knowledge OF ne'
y paper writing anda little granddaus
s. ter, whose mother and father had d
in in q fever epidemic a few yeas befo
~ Inc old man threw the reJec'
manuscript on a chair, then set abb
getting something to eat TOR hims
" and the child, the little one all
e. while chattering to him of what I'd
i. would do In the evening. When q
had finished he pulled on his coat o.
more. kissed the child and went
- again. A publishing house had pre-
ised to look over some manuscript
of had left q week OF SO before. He
going there to get their answer
comprehended duly that this ans
20 might mean something to eat, b
TO more likely, keener hunger than eT
lit when tie child was left TO her
=. she sat down and fell to looking Q
come illustrated papers which were,
~ invariabls source of amusement.
nd and BY, becoming tired, she wande
nd over I'd the table. The rejected ma
for script on the chair caught her e
81 Gran pop ! papers were forbidden .
r. elea to her, but when she saw
Ipe Yaskage and slowly spelled out
s Whiting on It's cover, the Chroniel
here came to her mind that Gran!
Mad told her when be va wrfting
address the night before and YES
aoa busy to play with her, tnat1 me
script had to be sent