The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-08-27
THE EDITORS ERROR.
From New York Advertiser.


It was little after s o'clock in the edi-
torial rooms of great morning newspa-
per. The rooms of the managing editor
were still dark. A single editorial writer
scrubbed away at his shabby desk in
little pen assigned to him. The local
room, in which but an hour before had
been brisk movement and confusion, was
silent and deserted. The big detail book.
lying open on the shelf before the city
editors window, had issued its orders,
and in obedience to them the small army
of reporters had filed out
Brander sat in his small private office,
separated from the main room by glass
partition. through which he could see
every man and every movement in it. 1t
was not particularly pleasant to be under
Brander's eye, and there was scarcely a
member Of the local staff who had not
freely cursed the little glass Office and its
point of vantage at the end of the long
apartment, where its tenant could focus
every corner and Granny.
Brander did not look as if the milk of
human kindness flowed in his veins that
night. He was tall, raw boned fellow,
with broad forehead and a face that
could be kindly, but that wore an
habitual frown. The strength and grace
of a man lay in his sparkling dark eyes,
and a certain awkward dignity that as
serted itself in his stumbling, loose
1ointed gate and his hesitating speech.
He sat looking out of his window into the
crowded street, where happy crowds
iostled on the narrow sidewalks with
smiles and cheerful salutatiOns, and
shame and woe fought for mastery in his
heart. His mind again and again re-
hearsed the scene that had taken place at
his home before he had come down for
the nights work.
Il asked her not to go. That should have
been enough. How could l explain to her
the hints and insinuations l had heard
Or define to her the sort of a man l knew
Carew 10 be- He never plays the squire
to a pretty woman without "a dastardly
object. She believes in him more than
she believes in me. Considers him a prop
err escort because there is a distant cous-
inship, or she affects to. How far has it
gomez How far has it gomez"
He arose to answers whistle for "copy, 81
stuffing bundle of sheets in little hole
in the wall, and jerking a little cord that
sent them spinning TO the composing room
in the top story. He turned back TO his
desk and tried to busy himself with the
papers there but his gaze Travelled again
to the brightly lighted street, and his
thoughts wandered.
She young and pretty, fond of society, OF
music; /, getting old and gray and de-
testing these things, caring only for home
and her, and yoked to this juggernaut
that brushes those who draw it as well
as those who are dragged under it. !
haven't any time for idling, and | believe
I've forgotten how. She taxed me with
it tonight, and said Carew was bright
and agreeable, and she enjoyed his
society. Talked of the matter with per
feet indifference. her needles clicking in
the most eXasperatidg way while she
worked steadily on at some fluffy pink
thing, one of those bewitching scarf-like
hoods I'll be bound, that pretty women
like to wrap around their heads when
they 90 out al night for fellows like Carev
70 admire. And she said it was cruel for
me to misjudge her and try to spoil her
pleasure
She is of with him by this time. It's
be a swell affair. Jcnzins, whom