The daily morning journal and courier., 1894-09-29


 Tt don't do us honor that we haint been thinkin' O him long ago? retort- ed Editor Whitaker feelingly. we've got moron q thousand per cent. on our money already. Who's made 1t for usI Kirtley Breeml Who's been tuggin .an puffin' an strainin' an haulin' an buff fetin' an plungin' while We sot round takin' toll? Kirtley Breem!
 "Kirtley Breem' two or three of the director editors murmured placidly.
 Who's put the Daily Public Motor ahead O any other newspaper In the whole kentry; got 1t nigh onto two hun dred thousand daily circulation; and made 1t pay us thirty. forty. sometimes fifty. per cent. on our shares?'
 "Kirtley Breem;',. they answered thoughtfully and in unison.
 T should say so;" snorted Editor Whitaker, rapping the desk loudly with his bronzed knuckles. An that's what I thought on when I set there figurin'. That's what I kep' thinkin' on when I begun askin' questions round tn office, an found Kirtley Breem had been cooped up there like a slave more'n twenty year! That's what makes him stagger,' says l, start in fur his room."
 Starting for his room?" several of the director editors exclaimed incredu- lously.
 "Yes, startin' an gittln' there, too. 'Breem,' says I, Iwant to see you down t tn docks minute.' Not now?' said he, lookin' up savage. Right now, says l. He looked up agin gaspin' like at his work, then at his watch, an says: Do you realize what is to be done here at this time O tn day, Mir Whitaker" 'Prob'ly not says l, An 1t don't make no difference if l don't. The Motor'll run itself fur half hour or so.'"
 l And Kirtley Breem went with you?' they asked with increasing interest.
 "Well, sorter went; mostly lowed though. I got him onto my fast tug, Creased Lightnin"-steam's always up on her-tipped the cap'n wink. an we shot out into tn harbor in a jiffy, be- fore Kirtley Breem knew what was up"
 "WhewW exclaimed the interested df- rector editors. How did he take it?'
 "He didn't take it.. He jest got white an says: Put me ashore at once, sir!
 Not much says l, till you've had a
 breakfast on sea air. I'll hold you re-
 sponsible to the directory, sir! says he.
 Go it, says I, noddin' to tn cap'n t put on more steam. This is an out
 rage sirr says he. It's what you need,
 n got t have, paper or no paper;' says II.
 Good" said several of the director
 editors heartily.
 Bad" calculated Editor Whitaker
 warmly. "He jest turned away from me, straighter n I've ever seen him
 run his holler eyes up an down tn bay
 caught sight O an opposition tug head
 in toward tn city, about thousand
 feet for'ard; waited bit, studyin' like
 an, finally with a polite, Good morn
 in, MT. Whitaker! took a header into the water; come up five hundred feet aft O tn Creased Lightnin', an made for that other tug like oP salt; now an agin raisin' his hand, an motionin lem to slow up. They did, too; hove , l him, a line; pulled him aboard; an tn t 4 last seed of him he was a-settin' or 2 l tn cap-st'n, dryin' off an writin' out assignments with pencil an paper he'6 borrered from somebody on that pesky
 opposition tug!'
 Mingled expressions of surprise, mer' riment and concern followed Editol F Whittaker's recital. When these hao quieted the doughty tug owner said sol , emnly:
 That night he quit two hours later than usual, more holler-eyed, humpe6 F an gone-lookin' than ever. KirtleJ I %n !, g Motor stops while he's takin' it! t "well, well, we'll" 'Bless me, bless f mew "To be sure" without doubt! and Certainly, certainly, certainly!
 followed this determined sentiment; ant = the Motor directors at once set abou E discussing ways and means to effec s the desired result
 8 It was the only distracting confer e ence the Motor directors had eve ], known.
 |. Who should convey their decision tt S this strange man who was breaking s down at his post and who regarded 1
 as the most deadly of all affronts to b. - interrupted, in his own interest, in hi i life-consuming toll? What recours n. could be resorted to if he refused to go e How could they cajole, wheedle or bull S ly a man of his indoni4table purpos v into leaving for a day, a week or { e month, the labor which was destroy t ing him and yet in which the very elk fir of his waning life was found? e It was strange experience to thes s proprietary journalists to encounte n such a character. The more they dis h cussed Kirtley Breem the farther h e seemed from them; the more necessar.
 to them and their great property. l. The entire matter, they all agreed e was portentious, must receive immedi l. ate attention, and could only be han
 dled in the most delicate diplomat E manner.
 VI No one of them could be prevaile if I1pon to singly undertake the mission e It should be effected, they at last de a cided, through the full board, actin e as one man. No one should shirk re l. sponsibility. And their managing edi tor should be made to feel that ther r was no temporizing with the real pow y CT behind the Daily Public Motor; nc h indeed!
 r He was therefore immediately sum
 moned before them. It was the frs | time this had ever occurred, and whel
 Kirtley Breem entered the board room l. he was at loss to understand the sig ! nificance of the Motors chief owner all sitting confusedly together as I busted in inexplicable problems beyon l. recall and nudging each other a
 though their tongues were lost. s He stood there in the attitude of on Id r~v%Ip Hy,