The Banner-Democrat. [volume] (Lake Providence, East Carroll Parish, La.) 1892-current, 1894-06-23
something spicy and realistic enough
to suit even youi"

1udRtu -fmpartially and paid for ct the
regular rates.
1T isn't the pay SO inuch," George
Stanton replied, contemptuously.
Want to SEQ yourself in print, sup
pose. Well, let's sec 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
delight begotten of scoops"
well. my boy. that's o corkerr ne
said, heartily. Where did you get itg'
Listened and heard some old gossips
tell it, 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"
"Escapade. well ! should think SO,
and she saves her reputation by having
o midnight supper charged to Mrs.
H. who Is not in position to oh.
ject"
.Of course had to exaggerate 1t a
trifle-touch up the high lights, you
know"
"And darlseu the shadows. Well,
that's what we want, and you've hit II
the frst 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"
"Weil, the name of the woman she
personated is enough for one scoop, and
we've got that Perhaps others may
know It, and it'll set 'em to talking. I"
He took up his blue pencil aud wrote
I'm. g." at the top of the page. Per.
haps you'll make 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 1t 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 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
Vic ouCCt, uOb u lIuC Va lid DtOuuCtlO1
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 crcst-fallen
countenance before him.
Omitted? I haven't had tina to
glance at the paper yet-thcrc's SO
much of it-but it can't be possible"
1T 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 seer,
him. Ring up the porter and find
out"
The man reported that Mr.. Bacoi.
had been in his Office oil nigh, walk
In up and down, sor. strahge-1ilse. /
axed him wor anyone after him, but
he said No. kinder absent-mindcd-
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 ii
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.
sWcll, what of it9' demanded his SUI
perior. Her name wasn't mentioned,
though it ought to have been, and If it
had Seen. is that any reason why you
should scruple to publish what send
in? You've never hesitated before over
such trifle as a woman's reputation. !"
There was an ominous pause.
1--WE may as well understand one an
other first as last" the speaker contin-
ued. at 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 fnce paled and hunted look
came into his eyes,
"It was only woman's reputation
that was at stake" he said, quietly,
"but the woman was-nny wifcr"-John
Howe Bargate, in San Francisco Argo-
naut
Too Short Notice.
Old Mr.. johnson, Familiarity known
as 'Uncle Zcke," was SO fond Of his
coppers as to have acquired the reputa-
ton of being 'lcetle Nigh" but he
was also fond Of creature comforts.
Sometimes IL taxed his ingenuity to