The record-union., 1894-04-28

tlIuely anu exquisite cf6aLlOUS lHlO DolHS
for the columns of Jeremy Garble's jour
nal, but the very recollection of this was
goading to the editor and owner.
''Mr. Raddles, isn't the electric light
good enough for you?" he inquired in an
injured tone.
'Too good-far too good. Don't want
1t. Oh, is that you, Mr.. Garble? Bless
me, Pm glad to see you home. Look ten
years younger, Jere. old boy. Come in;
do"
"Mr. Raddles, I wish that lamp re-
| moved from this building at once"
You don't mean it? Why. Jere, Ive
worked under il over twenty years. Had
| it when we started. Back there in the
little old office, you know. Sort Of re-
minder of the old days, Jere."
Raddles rubbed his eyes as if he had
lost faith in them; looked in amazement
at his old companion and friend, who
was standing frowningly at his door,
shook himself out of his chair upon his
feet in alarm and stammered:
''Jere-Mr. Garble, / mean-is there
anything wrong about my work? l am
afraid 1 am in the way here"
ibid you hear my remark about that
lamp, Mr.. Raddles?"
Certainly. That's all right. Out she
goes, Jere?"
With this the light was turned down.
the lamp wrapped in one OF the exchanges,
when Mr.. RaddIes got together his other
belongings and left his desk, where he
had toiled for half life time with a sick
and weary heart.
Now Jeremy Garble was not a tyrant
by nature, but his Self-consequence had
been stung and wounded. Its speedy,
unforeseen ana unpleasant results gave
him as deep pang as those whom he
had wronged, but the action of the hu-
man mind being almost universally one
of self-justitication, there was but one
course for a great editor and owner to
pursue.
Il have begun reform here" he re-
marked curtly to his managing editor
when alone with the latter few minutes
later. There are certain parties who
have been with me so long that they have
become irascible, garrulous, / might say
impertinent. Success without discipline
is impossible. Now / wish you to i'm
mediately fill the places of Mold, Rad
dies and Northup. Mold and Raddles
his services will not be required after the
end of the month"
''Their places can't be filed, sir.''
Cant be filled?'
mo. They are three invaluable men.
I can get men at their places; but not in
them."
Very well. Get men at their places at
The managing editor saw his chief to
the door in perplexed, worried way;
returned to his seat and scanned his list
of 'emergency possibles'' discouragedly;
closed his desk with bang and the ex-
clamation, ''It can't be donei'' and. anx-
iously looking from his window for a
time upon the myriad of flaring city
lights, gave hopefully joyous whistle of
relief.
There's only one way out of this.
That's by the female route! There's just
one person who can help me-that level
headed daughter of Garble's. i believe
she really thinks more of those three old
antediluvians than all the rest of the
force. and Jeremy Garble thinks more
of her than of his own immortal soulp'
Any one who could have observed Mr..
Garble's manner to his daughter as he ar
rived at his home that evening could not
but have heartily concurred with the
wise managing editor in his comforting
conclusions.
She instantly noticed the settled frown
in his face and brought him at once to the
little half Moorish court-like conserya-
tory she had herself planned and had con-
structed, just off Mr.. Garble's library,
where there were fountains, vines and a
wealth of flowers; sweet and soothing
place in color and sound for a great edi-
tor or any other human annoyed by those
constant discoveries ir Iite, that each de-
gree of attained power brings increased
responsibility for its considerate and gen.
tie use.
Mr.. Garble's arm encircled his daugh-
ter's waist while one of her hands held
his and her other hand, throw about mis-
neck, tenderly patted his face and head.
He looked into her face with pride and
peculiar eagerness of affection. implying
mute appeal for especial sympathy, for
we are always most miserable when
most conscious of injustice and wrong to
others.
"Grace, / feel wretchedly tonight"
They had come to the little court. Mr..
Garble stretched himself upon a low
divan, and his daughter, nesting down
beside him, began atfectionately stroking
his throbbing head.
"Oh, Well soon have all this pain away,
father" she answered gently and COM
fortly. Hope there's no trouble at the
officer"
''Oh, nothing unusual. Just a little
reform necessary down there, Grace"
''You see, father, while you were away
Mr.. Thurber Mr.. Thurber was Mr.. Car
ble's managing EDITOR honored me SO
often with requests for my advice that l
got quite an inkling of editorial respon-
sibllities." Then with light laugh and
an arch shake of her head, ~ don't like
them at all"
Here MIR. Garble smiled for the first
time that day as he said: Just like your
dead mother. Grace. Bless heri / often
used to think she would have been hap
pier if ! had failed instead of succeeded
in building up great newspaper prop
erty."
II believe she would. father. Did you
ever think how good wife's heart is Sc
cretly torn and her very life shortened
from waiting, listening, praying, agoniz-
ing, all alone behind the din and fury Of
her husbands battle for some tremend-
Gus achievements"
Mr.. Garble sat bolt upright as though
he had received a shock.
"Well, Grace, perhaps not not just that
way. You don't suppose sband and
father makes the fight of his life all his
life purely for the selfish pleasure of fight
ing and winning?"
s'At first, no; at last, yes"
''What do you mean, Grace?'
'Oh, well, I'm only woman, and per-
haps not capable of seeing it all as it truly
is, but l believe the man OF extraordinary
success, say like yourself, father, loses
far more than he gains for his great vic
tories"
Tell me in what respect my fair phil
osopher."
''In the three respects comprising nearly
the sum total of human happiness-home,
content and friendsv'
at this juncture a servant announced
dinner. Mr.. Garble protested that he had
no appetite. Grace then ordered the