St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1893-06-16
A TINY GARMENT.
New York World.

NCN L OIh w OI4u.
1t was little after7 o'clock; the most
quiet hour of a summer day in the edi
torial rooms of the great morning paper.
The rooms of the managing editor were
still dark. A single editorial writer
scrubbed away at his shabby desk in a
little den assigned to him. The local
room, which but moment 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 or
ders. and in obedience to them the small
army of reporters had filed out.
In an anteroom that led to the main
hallway lounged Simpson. general
utility man, ready to serve in case OF
emergency. The only occupant of the
local room was Brander, the city editor.
Brander sat in his small private office,
separated from the main room by a
glass partition. through which he coulo
see every man and every movementln 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.
If Jones essayed to have a quiet chat
with Robinson there was sure to come
courteous summons from the glass
office, calling his attention to an error
in the copy he had just given in; and If
Robinson, in passing Smiths desk.
halted to laugh with him over the latest
joke told by Chirkup, the clown in local
politics, he would receive gentle re-
minder that when he had finished the
story in hand there was another detail
that he might work on; and everybody
knows that a second detail in the same
evening to staff man, who has done
his full duty by the first, is an indignity
that no man who respects himself will
patiently endure, and that no man who
is not an ogre will inflct.
Brander did not look as if the milk of
human kindness flowed in his veins that
night. He was a tall, raw-boned fell
low, with broad forehead and face
that could be kindly. but that wore an
habitual frown. The strength and grace
of the man lay in his sparkling, dark
eyes. and certain awkward dignity
that asserted itself in his stumbling,
looSe-j ointed gait and his hesitating
speech. He sat looking out of his win
dow into the crowded street, where
happy crowds jostled on the narrow
sidewalks with smiles and cheerful salu-
tations; and shame and woe fought for
mastery in his heart. His mind again
and again rehearSed 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 | ex-
plain to her the hints and insinuations
had heard? Or define to her the sort
of man knew Carew to be? He never
plays the Squire to pretty woman
without dastardly object. She be-
lieves in him-m0re than she believes
in me. Considers him a proper escort
because there is distant cousinship
or she affects to. How far has it gone?
How far has it gone?
He arose to answer whistle for
''copy," stuffing bundle of sheets into
little hole in the wall. and jerking a
cord that sent them spinning up 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 and again to the
brightly lighted street, aud his thoughts
wandered.
II was a fool to have married her.
She. young and pretty. fond of society,
of music; |, getting old and gray, de-
testing these things, caring only fol-
home and her, and yoked to this jugger.
naut that brushes those who draw it az
we'll as those who are dragged under it.
| haven't any time for idling, and | be-
lieve Pve forgotten how. She taxed Inc
with it tonight, and said Carew was
| bright and agreeable and she enjoyed
his society. Talked of the matter with
perfect Indifference, her needles click.
ing in the most eXasperating way while
she worked steadily on at some fluffy
pink thing, one of those bewitching,
scarf-like hoods, Phi be bound, that
pretty women like to wrap round their
heads when they go out at night, fol-
fellows like Carew to admire. And she
said it was cruel for me to misjudge her,
and to try to spoil her pleasure.
"She is off with him by this time. It's
to be swell affair. Jenkins, whom
man: he'll have the name and costume
Of every pretty woman there, and he's
not likely to miss her. l shall have the
pleasure of editing his copy. and OF
learning how she looked and dressed.'
The door Of the local room opened. a
young special reporter, who had been
hanging around for month to secure a
detail, walked briskly in and seated
himself at desk. with look in Brand
er's direction that invited attention to
his despatch in discharging mission.
Brander Sc0wled cordially at him. He
did not approve OF fellow who took
only half an hour to execute a COM
mission that would have justified half
the evening. There was jingle of the
telephone bell in the anteroom, and a
mans voice asserting to some message
whispered over the wires. Then Simp-
son, the emergency man, strobe through
the local room, and flung open the door
of the glass office.
"My soul, Brander! The most hor-
rible accident"
'Ah. is it possible? What is it, Mr..
Simpson?
Brander always resented familiarity
The emergency man accepted the re-
proof, and changed his style of address,
fix as he again addressed his superior.
Il beg your pardon, Mr.. Brander. The
8 O'Clock train from the western suburbs
has run off the line. What's the mat
ter, Brande1? Are you sick?"
Brander'S face was CHASTITY. 1t was
the train his wife and Carew was to
have taken, but he met the others in
quirv with icy resentment.
You are deviating from your text,
Mr.. Simpson. What else have you
Iearned?"
1.-THE line is strewn with debris-and
| bodies"
! VERY well. Make your way to the