The morning news., 1894-09-30

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/ the clamor Of their protests.
/ Lord we didn't mean thatif gasped
| Editor Whitaker, in a very perSpiratiOn
| Of mild desperation. Cant we no ways
! git inside your machinery, long nuff . do
| a leetle friendly packin' an Oilin', Kirtley
| BreemH'
! The managing editor arose 10 go. Editor
| Whitaker, with a quick move of his fat
little body, reached the door before him
| snapped II shut with loud click; turned
| the key II the lock and with his dUmpy
brown hands behind MIN and his dumpy
/ broad back against the door, he ex-
claimed triumphantly:
"kirtlev Breem, it's no use! You've
got Z listen Z tn voice O. reason. You're
KILN yourself here. This ere board S
unanimously decided that you've got T.
take vacation. All work an no play
hang the rest of itl--t' kinder go into dry
dock n git tn barnacles of yer copper
m Yer Eineral apparatuses frightened up.
Now, make it four, six or eight weeks,
jest as We like; but out yc go, tmorrer
mOrnin' ~
Good. good ~ "Go it," enthusiast
cally cried the rest of the board.
We amt no all around editors. like
you be- hirtley Breem; out we're goin' 7
take turns here at tn wheel, while YOU
go below. If she (the Motor was undoubt-
edly referred to- goes smooth.
then smooth she goes! If she
goes jinky an crinky, we won't mind a
few cogs a-slippin Git yer dunnage
t'gether t'night, Breem. Now, no hem
min an hawin'. It's passed tn board
'thout airy nay!'
The managing editor was helpless in
their hands, and he looked it. He seemed
to be painting like a Gagged animal More
than once he endeavored TO rise and then
TO speak; His eyes famed and paled and
appeared to penetrate, out above their
heads, to the remotest outreachings of
the great establishment. If these men
could have known, they could not but
have followed them on, on far beyond all
that
I've been here very, very long," he
faltored.
Don't matter . retorted Editor Whit
taker doggedly. Gan tn wussr'
You are all very kind, gentlemen. But
but simply cannot afford it,"
AS he said this, his self consciousness
was of meanness and insignihcance To
them, he seemed infinitely beyond and
above them. Five fat hands instantly
made five swift dives into five plethoric
pockets
oh, it isn't thatl 1t isn't thatp' came
so like cry from the lips of Kirtley
Breem, as the old straw hat swished
through the air, that the five fat hands
ceptacles.
Anybody weighing you down, keep
ing you back, choking you of, smothering
you under, Breeml" Editor Lomster,
who had for time been silent, blurted
suddelY at the bowed man upon the
rack.
who said there vast Who dare say
that" he answered back hoarsely and
fiercely, shaking his clenched fist and
naf a HnFa l,- of n "a
God Let me out of here at once at
once, gentlemenn"
Trembling and palid, Kirtley Breem
sprang toward the door. But Editor
Whitaker anticipated him He had one
arm about him in twinkling, holding
him gently yet firmly as in wise He
raised the other and let it flutter back
and forth toward his astounded com
panions for "A long time before he seemed
able to gather fitting words from his
turbid and onrushIng thoughts and con-
lectures.
There's some things he finally STAN
mered, "a leetle too close T. tn vest T.
bear onto, even atween friends-as we all
be here. Kirtley Breem takes vacation.
That's passed th' board Kirtley Breem
can afford it. That's passed the board
It's none o. tn boards business T. prod
an poke. That's passed tn board. What
ever bothers anybody'l be tended to,
kirtley Breem's own way. That's passed
the board. l'll see Kirtley Breem pri-
vately. That's passed the board. Th'
board now stands adjourned till t'morrer
mornin', 9o'clock sharp, ready fur edit
orial business. And that's passed the
board 'thOut airy nay!"
And with this, Editor Elijah Whit.
taker, with their managing editor still
captive in gentle bonds, withdrew from
the most memorable meeting the directory
of the Daily Public Motor Printing and
Publishing Company had ever known.
II.
Though it does not so often happen in
this world of ours, supreme contempt can
as swiftly be flashed into measureless
esteem as passive admiration be trans
formed into revolving pity.
In a moments time Kirtley Breem's
isolate, deSolate, self-prisoned life had
been magically touched and softened-
ana here the only vacation the managing
editor had ever known had really begun
by rough old Elijah Whitaker's Gun
ming and protecting perception; for il
carried along with it those firm, fine hu-
man qualities of consideration and com
passion which can alone reach, reassurt
and rescue the sore and harried human
heart.
They had passed the managing editor,
desk and moved together without appar
| ent purpose to window overlooking the
roofs and checkered channels of the great
city. The dusk was already purpling the
| dusty ways and so swiftly marshaling tn,
city lights, that it soon seemed like g
| great armament of upleaping stars be
meath them.
Editor Whitaker saw that his compan
| ions eyes were fixed on a little pockety
| hollow of shadOw-a miserable quarter Of
| the city which he also well knew be
! tween high and Crowding walls, perhap.
! half mile to the north of Printing House
! square; but he let him look and think un
! disturbed, with his hama upon his shoul
| der, so long as the mood remained upo1
| him.
Standing thus, his features were bN
! turns set and hard, filled with alarm and
| apprehension, stern with sudden resolve
/ qmvering in apparent hopeless pity. on
! drawn in pain and discouragement. Al
! last hot tears tumbled from his face al
/ most bounding, Editor Whitaker imag
/ ined, toward the dark hollow between the
/ northern walls.
This is ineXcusablen' - he faltered with
/ start, seeming to suddenly recOllect
/ that board member stood beside him
"Boshl This is dead right I" retorted
| Editor Whitaker with a burst of feeling,
| in which objects grew hazy before his
/ own pudgy face. "Ee don't have u give
! ii name neither, Kirtley Breem."
| "Iwenty-two years. said the manag-
] ING editor Deliberately az If thiDlripy -