The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-04-29

Did 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.. Raddles got together his other
| belongings and left his desk, where he had
toiled for half a lifetime. with a sick and
| weary heart.
Now Jeremy Garble was not a tyrant by
1 nature, but his self consequence had been
| stung and wounded. It's speedy, unfOre-
J seen and unpleasant results gave him as
deep a pang as those whom he had
| wrOnged; but the action of the human
I mind being almost universally one of self
| justification. there was but one course for
great editor and owner to pursue.
II have begun reform here" he re-
| marked CURLY to his managing editor
: when alone with the latter few minutes
| later. There are certain elderly parties
| who have been with me so long that they
/ have become irrasclble, garrulOus, l might
/ say, impertinent. Success without dis
cipline is impossible. Now | wish you to
/ Immediately fill the places of Mold Rad
/ dies and NOrthup. Mold and Raddles are
already out. Notify Northup that his
! services will not be required after the end
| of the month
Their places can't be filed, sir"
Cant be filed"
mo. They are three invaluable men
| ! can get men at their places; but not in
| them"
very well Get men at their places at
once, then. Good night"
! The managing editor saw his chief to
! the door in perpleXed, worried way re
| turned to his seat and scanned his list Of
/ emergency DOssibles' discouragedly A.;
closed his desk with a bang and the ex-
clamation. 1T can't be done!" and, after
anXiously looking from his window for a
time upon the myriad of taring city
lights, gave hopefully joyous whistle of
relief
| That's by the female route There's Just
one person who can help me-that level
headed daughter of Garble's. ! 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 soul!'
Any one who coui- AVE observed Mr.
Garble's manner to his daughter as he
arrived at his home that t ening could
not but have heartily concurred with the
wise managing editor in his comforting
conclusion.
She instantly noticed the settled frown
in his face and brought him at once to the
little half-Moorish, court-like conserva-
tory she had herself planned and had con
structed off Mr.. Garbles library, where
there were fountains, vines and a wealth
of flowers; sweet and soothing place in
color and sound for a great editor or any
other human annoyed by those constant
discoveries in life. that each degree of at
tanned power brings increased RESPONSE
Dlllty for its considerate and gentle use.
Mr. Garble's arm encircled his daugh-
ter's waist, while one of her hands held
his and her other hand, thrown about his
neck, tenderly patted his face and head.
| He looked into her face with pride ana a
| peculiar eagerness of affection, impl wing a
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
1 diyan and his daughter nesting down be-
side him, began atfectionately stroking
his throbbing head
."Oh, We'll soon have all this pain away,
father he answered gently and com.
fortingly, Hope there's no trouble at
the office?'
"Oh, nothing unusual just a little re-
form necessary down there, Grace"
You see, father, while you We're away
MIR. Thurber-Nlr. Thurber was Mr.. Gar
ble's managing editor-honored me so of
ten with requests for my advice that I
got quite an inkling of editorial response
biities." Then with light laugh and an
arch shake of her head: Il don't like them
at all. "
Here Mr. Garble smiled for the first
time that day, as he said: Just like
your dead mother, Grace Bless her!
often used to think she would have been
happier if ! had failed instead of sue
ceeded in building up a great newspaper
property"
II believe she would, father Did YOU
| ever think how a good wifes heart is
| secretly 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 tremendous
| achievement 2n
Mr.. Garble sat bolt upright as though
! he had received a shock.
| We'll Grace, perhaps not not just that
| way You don't suppose a husband aud
| father makes the fight of his life all his
| life purely for the selfish pleasure of fight
/ ing and winning2'
| AT first, no; at last, yes
What do you mean, Grace?"
"Oh, well, I'm only woman, and per
haps not capable of seeingit all as it truly
/ Is; but believe that the man of extraor
! binary success, say like yourself, father
loses far more than he gains by his great
victories"
Tell me in what respect, my fair phil.
osopher"
in the three respects comprising
nearly the sum total of human happiness
home, content and friends :"
AT this junctUre a servant announced
| dinner. Mr.. Garble protested that he mad
no appetite. Grace then ordered the meaI
! served where they were: and they were
| soon seated under the mellowed lights OF
the little court, scarcely more than pick
ing at dainty dinner; each secretly
curious concerning the conditions leading
to the others manner and mood.
Grace Garble was a young woman of re
markable physical beauty; almost a
leader of fashion; prominent in a score OF
charitable enterprises; with unlimited
means at her disposal: and, since her
mothers death five years before, as the
! mistress of the Garble mansion had been
petted and courted by society as few
women find it possible to be. Impulsive
and generous almost to dangerous de
gree, she still possessed the faculty fol
quiet observation and kindly, compassion,
ate judgment which had DISTINGUISHED
her mother; while il was observable that
she was not lacking in her fathers
celebrity Of action and his unbending de,
termination of character and purpose
To her great advantage be it said this
stern element of her character never
| reached tyranny. while her determine
ton grew out Of consideration largely
rather than from unreasoning impulse or