Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1894-05-17

regular rates"
ut isn't the pay so much" George
Stanton replied, contemptuously.
Want to see yourself in print, l sup
pose. Well, let's see what you've pro-
duced." lie took up the sheets before
him and began to read them. When he
had finished he turned to his nephew
in surprise. His eye beamcd with the
delight begotten of scoops"
well, my boy, that's corkerl" he
said, heartily. where did you get it?"
Listened and heard some old gossips
tell it, Us you told me to do. All /
know Is, that it's the escapade of q
woman high in local social circles
just Us I've said"
"Escapadc, we'll | should think so,
and she saves her reputation by having
a midnight supper charged to Mrs.
Il, who is not in a position to OBJ
ject"
"Of course had to exaggerate 1t q
trile-touch up the high lights, you
know"
"And darlsen the shadows. Well,
that's what we want, and you've hit 1t
the first time. Only If we could give
the name of the woman who did it, or
those of her relatives, it would be
stronger Don't know it, eh?"
NO"
"Well, the name of the woman she
personated is enough Tor ono scoop, and
we've got that. Perhaps others may
know 1t, and it'll set 'em to talking"
He took up his blue pencil and wrote
I'm. G" at the top of the page. Per.
haps you'll make n newspaper man
after all, in spite of your college educa-
tion-who knows?"
George Stanton seized the manuscript
and hurried off with it to the editorial
den, where he deposited it gleefully
upon the top of pile of papers on the
editors desk. After that, dinner, the
theater, supper, followed in succession,
and at midnight he tried 10 possess
himself with patience to await the ar.
rival of the paper which would contain
his maiden effort in journalism.
An overwhelming disappointment
awaited him. For, when he unfolded
the sheet, not line of his production
could he find. After searching several
times through the sixteen pages of the
paper, the conviction was forced upon
hint had been omitted.
He fastened to his uncle's Office, for,
although it was Sunday morning, he
knew he should find him there.
"My article has been omitted" he
announced.
His uncle surveyed the crest-fallcn
countenance before him.
Omitted? haven't had time to
glance at the paper yet-there's so
much of it-but it can't be possible"
st is, though. Here's the paper;
look for yourself"
The proprietor glanced hastily over
the sheet.
81 never knew Bacon to do such q
thing before in all the seventeen years
he's been on the paper"
where is hep"
"Home, suppose; l haven't seen
him. Ring up the porter and find
out"
The man reported that Mr.. Bacon
had been in his Office all night, walk.
in up and down, sor, strange-like. l
axed him wor anyone after him, but
he said No. kinder absent-minded.
like, and whit on walkin' up and
down"
Frederick Stanton dismissed the man.
His words had deepened the mystery.
II can't understand this at all.
Come, George, we will find out what 1t
means"
At the door of the editorial office, q
haggard face confronted them. Mr..
Bacon silently ushered in his visitors
and closed the door.
II sent you some stuff last night,
Bacon" said Frederick Stanton, land
I've come to hear your explanation-if
you can give one-as to why you kept
it back"
The man addressed began to pace the
room nervously.
at was about-a woman" he said,
finally.
"Well, what Of it?" demanded his SUI
perior. 'Her name wasn't mentioned,
though it ought to have been, and If it
had been, is that any reason why you
should scruple to publish what send
in? You've never hesitated before over
such trifle as woman's reputation. !"
There was an ominous pause
'Wc may rs well understand one an.
other first as last" the speaker contin-
ued. ut will never do for an editor to
doubt the policy Of an owner. You
would be asking my reasons next. II
you are to presume to dictate to me, we
may as we'll sever our connections at
once"
The man addressed staggered slight
ly. His face paled and hunted look
came into his eyes.
at was only womans reputation
that was at stake" he said, quietly,
''but the woman was-niy wife!"-John
Howe Bargate, in San Francisco Argc-
naut.