The Press., 1893-01-12
"Oh, Jack! nm tn trouble"

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 "Oh, Jackl Gn1 tn trouble"
 Margaret had wept for some time when her will finally came back, and with determined wiping of eyes, but with quivering lips, she arose and ar ranged her hair, and picking up her gloves prepared to go. She was unde- cided as to whether she should go down stairs and notify MT. Simmons, the book keeper, of the discharge of the Elites, but after debating the matter moment or two decided to go home, think mat ters over and come fresh to the work Monday morning. She threw open the door to go, but started back, for there on the threshold, immovable as a sphinx, stood Jack. His apron was wound about his big bare arms, his face was as solemn as martyrs, and he looked so utterly lugubrious that Margaret could hardly refrain from laughing even in her pres ent trouble. His face looked the pity he evidently felt, and in her impulsive way the girl appreciated and expressed that appreciation. Extending both herhands she exclaimed: "Oh, Jack! am in trou ble-serious trouble, too, fear-and need friends. We used to be friends Aren't we yet?'
 Jack made no reply, but in an awk- ward way grasped both her hands in his, and looking straight down into the tear ful eyes stood as immovable as before. Finally his eyes twinkled, and dropping ner hands he said, ''l beg your pardon, Miss Medbury l forgot myself It seemed again as if you were the little Maggie I used to tease at school. Well! We'll! Little one, you've big job on hand" el'
 "What do you mean, Jack-Mr Hazeley, mean? Do you know all, or do you refer to my difficulty in making you my friend?"
 II know all, Miss Medbury. could not we'll help hearing all, and you do need friends. You have acted very hastily, however, in discharging these two men. Who can fill their places?'
 ''That is true," said Margaret, with a laugh that had sound of Mysteries in it, "but what was to do? l see now that l am not diplomat. Oh. what shall do:"
 keep cool, little woman. That's the first thing to do. Your father was as nonchalant in times of the greatest ex- citement as any ordinary man would be on his way to dinner. If you propose running this paper you must get the mastery of your nerves first of all. Do you know anything of the businessY'
 ''About as much as l do of anything ale I ir,fn 1, despairing reply. "Dear me! fear was hasty with those two men, but their attempt to swindle was so apparent that Hest all control (, . myself. You see was looking at their faces. You only heard their voices. 1 should have dissembled, and if had it to do over again would give them asoft answer and seek advice As it is, the fight is opened, and we must go through with it to the end. What that end will be God only knows"
 "Yes, God does know," said Jack, land according to my mothers doctrine he'll see you through. I'm going to stand by the new management anyway, and whichever way go the union goes. There's God and the union on your side anyway, and even woman ought to run 8 paper with such backing as that. You mustn't look back and mourn over any mistakes you may have made, but look ahead. What shall you do in the future? That is the question. You asked me if l knew all. Yes, door nearly all. What don't know I've suspected for some time The Messrs Charles and Arthur Bite want this property. Just how they are going to get it don't know, but suppose they've got the plan of campaign all ready for press. What we're to do is to pi their form. I'm not prepared to give advice just at this instant, but with, your permission I'll see you later. I'd like to do something for you, and if we can have an under standing ] may be able to run things inside the building more to your advan- tage. It won't do, however, for us to be seen talking here, and with your per mission I'll now call cab for you and call at your-your home for g later talk"
 Certainly, MT. Hazeley. You are very kind and are the very person l want advice from. Come as early as possible this evening. and we'll have long talk" Jack sent the office boy out for a cab and went over to the sink to wash the ink from his hands and arms. Just as Miss Medbery went down the front way MT. Arthur Bite came up the back stairway and out through the compos- ing room. As he neared the sink he stopped short, as if there was something he wished to say, but remaining silent went on again, when Jack, who was as cool as ever and perfectly natural, re- marked, By the way, MT. Bite. will you be here Monday?"
 Blite's eyes glittered, and he turned sharply, looking suspiciously at the nn- concerned foreman, who, as he wiped first one finger and then another on the grimy towel, selecting the cleanest spot with great care and deliberation, con tinned, "'Cos if you are, sir, l want to talk with ou about some position con tracts,