The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-08-19


the editorial den. Whatever an ed
itor may receive from a proprietor in
itialed m. G. will be printed, even
il it be the death warrant of the entire
staff"
rs this lecture on the depravity of
the press in general, or my own paper in
particular"
Neither. IL is TO let you know that |
have been further enlightened since we
last discussed this sub ect. now under
stand what exists as a mighty factor in
the management of newspaper, and
want you to put 1t on the top of
that" He tossed some sheets of closely
written paper on the desk in front of the
other.
"Humph!"
"'If listen 1 may gather the very ma
terial he wants l said listened Eu-
reka 1 fatter myself that I've got some
thing spicy and realistic enough TO suit
even you! -
Il told you that if you wrote anything
fit to set up type for II would be judged
impartially and paid for it at the regular
rates"
1T isn't the pay so much, +" George
Stanton replied, contemptuously.
Want to see yourself in print, | sup
pose. Well, let's see what you've pro-
duced.' He took up the sheets before
him and began TO read them. When he
had finished he turned to his nephew in
surprise. His eye beamed with the de-
light begotten of SCOOPS"
We'll, my BOY, that's a corker!' he
said, heartily. Where did you get it ,"
Listened and heard some old gossips
tell il, as you told me to do. All know
is, that it's the escapade of a woman
high in local social circles, Just as I've
said"
"Escapade7" his uncle repeated u
should call it pretty near being a crime.
She goes to a midnight supper during her
husbands absence from town. and, after
conducting herself in a scandalous man
ner there, she escapes when threatened
with discovery by personating Mrs.
H, prominent woman of well known
rapid proclivities, has the supper charged
to her account, and-Um!-she goes lit
tie too far for safety in that escapade. "
"Of course l had TO eXaggerate it a
trifie-touch up the high lights, you
know"
And darken the shadows. Well, that's
what we want, and you've hit it 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, eh2''
No"
well, the name of the woman she per-
sonated is enough for one scoop, and we've
got that. Perhaps others may know it,
and it'll set 'em TO talking He took up
his blue pencil and wrote IN. e." at the
top of the page. perhaps you'll make a
newspaper man after all, in spite of your
college education-who knows2"
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 to pussess himself with
patience to await the arrival of the paper
which would contain his maiden effort in
journalism.
An overwhelming disappointment
awaited him. For when he unfolded the
sheet not a 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 uncles office, for,
| although it was Sunday morning, he knew
be should find him there.
My article has been omitted" he an
| nounced
His uncle surveyed the crestfallen coun-
! tenance before him. ''Omitted2 haven t
| had time to glance at the paper yet
| there's so much of it-but it can't be pos
sible."
Tits. though. Here's the paper; look
| for yourself"
The proprietor glanced hastily over the
sheet.
Il never knew Bacon to do such thing
before in all the seventeen years he's been
Cd the paper"
Where is he2"
"Home, suppose; ] haven't seen him.
Ring up the porter and find out"
The man reported that Mr.. Bacon had
| been in his office all night, "walliin up
| and down, sor, strange-like | axed him
wor anyone after him, but he said no,
kinder absenttminded-like, and whit on
walkin' up and down"
Frederick Stanton dismissed the man
His words had deepened the mystery.
Il can't understand this at all. Come,
George, we will tind out what it means. -
At the door of the editorial ONCE a
haggard face confronted them. Mr.. Bacon
silently ushered in his visitors and closed
the door.
Il sent you some stuff last night, Ba-
con" 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 addrdssed began to pace the
room nervously'
1T was about--a woman - he said
finally
We'll, what of it," demanded his SUI
perior. "Her name wasn't mentioned.
though it ought to have been; and if il
had been, is that any reason why you
should scruple to publish what send in ?
You've never hesitated before over such
a trifle as woman's reputation"
There was an ominous pause.
I'VE may as well understand one an
other first as last the speaker CON
tinued 1T will never do for an editor
to doubt the policy Of an owner. You will
be asking my reason next If you are to
presume to dictate to me we may as well
sever our connection at once"
The man addressed staggered slightly.
His face paled and hunted look came
into his eyes.
at was only woman's reputation that
was at stake" be said quietly, but the
woman was-my wifev'