The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1894-08-02

10 win the Derby this year? | want a
flyer badly"
Another man, who was stabbing the
red stuffed seats with an umbrella,
grinned.
"Tallantire's tips! Fatal above the
average, by Jove!''
They were a group of journalists in
little Fleet street restaurant, and the
newcomer-a young man with strong,
rugged featUres and gray eyes-re-
turned the greeting with a nod. His
clothes We're seedy, and he looked de
pressed-with reason, for Mr.. Dick
Carroll was free lance in New Grub
street, and things were very bad with
him. indeed.
"Of course, you all know that the
Mayfair Mirror has sacked Inglefeld?"
continued he of the pocketbooIl. YES,
it's fact. The rock they split upon
was this American singing woman the
public is making such a fuss about
Cynthia Charrington. She is eccen-
trio it won't be interviewed,
and because nobody else can get an
interview the Mirror wants one
wants it badly-would give its ears
for one. Well, Inglefeld went after it
and failed. She fatty refused to re-
ceive him. 1t wasn't his fault, of
course. but the Mirror wouldn't see it..
and intimated that he was a muff
They had words. and wished each
other good morning. Whereupon it
comes to pass that there is a vacancy
on the staff of the Mayfair Mirror, and
guess if anybody could do that inter
view, and supply the long-felt want,
he would stand very good chance of
filling it. Waiter, are you raising
that chop"
Coming, sir"
"Rawson of the Mirror always had
a beast of a temper" growled the man
with the beard. but, all the same, a
post on his siXpenny rag isn't to be
sneezed at. If had the enterprise of
my early youth [ would run down to
LOndon-super-Ma re-shes staying at
the Colosseum till the new production
on Monday-and try my luck. Yah.
you rising generation haven't the nous
to grasp your opportunities when you
get EN-"
The speaker subsidized into a corner,
and the discussion of an entre-cote
and Dick Carroll collected every coin
he had about him and summed up the
total.
Seven and tenpence," he reflected.
'Just the price of third return to
Brighton, and fourpence over to play
with. Shall | go or shall have dinner?
Shol I oLa 6
jolly good post or dine off buns?"
He weighed the idea and the silver
obviously, and he decided in favor of
boldness and buns.
yes, sir?" queried the waiter with
a cordial grin-Dick was an old Gus
toner.
II have just recollected an appoint
ment," exclaimed the journalist, gen
tally, for the benefit of his brothers.
in-arms; he would rather have died than
confess the state of his exchequer. 81
shall not tax the resources of your
chef to-day. l wish you good-morn-
ing, John"
He went, humming, had bun and
glass of milk at the A. B. c. next
door, and walked to London Bridge
station because he could not afford the
bus fare. When he settled himself in
the corner of compartment, he had
nothing in his pockets but three ha'-
pence and a pOstage-stamp trihe the
worse for wear
IT," said Dick, Miss Charrington
is adamantine, | shall-what shall !
do?"
He shivered as he caught glimpse
of the Thames over the parapet of the
bridge-the muddy water suggested
unpleasant thoughts.
1t was just quarter past two when
he entered the hotel and asked at the
enquiry Office in the hall for Miss Char
rington.
the first floor, and a boy in buttons
took his ca I'd to her. Dick knew that
if he We're to mention the word lin
tervie W. she would probably refuse to
see him; his only chance was to gain
her presence in his private capacity
and trust to Providence and her good
nature for the upshot.
Say | should be glad of a few min
utes' conversation with her on mat
ter of business" said Dick, and then
he waited with his heart in his throat
till the buttons" reappeared with the
information that Miss Charrington
would see him, and forthwith escorted
him up the broad staircase to her pri-
waite sitting-room.
Dick was not of a bashful DISPOSE
ton, but the nature of his errand
killed his aplomb. He felt his color
rise as she turned from the open win
dow and advanced towards him hold
ing his card in her hand-a tall, ele-
giant woman, with well-poised head.
a somewhat languid manner, and the
regular, delicate features which her
portraits in the windows of the West
End photographers had made familiar
to him.
Miss Charrington?" he said.
She bowed and motioned to a chair:
but she did not seat herself, so he re-
manned standing. He saw that she
was looking inquiringly at him, and
that it devolved upon him to make the
plunge. He made it-with misgivings.