Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1894-05-04
something spicy and realistic enough to

regular rates -
ut isn't the pay so much, " George
Stanton replied contcmptuously.
"Want TO see yourself in print, sup
pose. Well let's see what you 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 beamcd with the
delight begotten Of scoops"
"Well, my boy, that's corSer!" he
laid heartily. Whore did you get it?"
Listened and hea,l some old gossips
tell it, as you told me to do All know
is that it's the cscapade of woman
high in local social circles, just as I've
said"
"Escapade?" his uncle repeated. 81
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
manner there she escapes when threat
ened with discovery by personating Mrs.
H, a prominent woman of well
known rapid proclivities, has the supper
charged TO her account, and-um!-she
goes little too far for safety i'll that
escapade. -
"Of course had to eXaggerate it a
trife-touch up the high lights, you
know. "
"And daiken the shadows. Well
that's what we want, and you've hit it
the first time. Only, if we could give
the name c. the woman who did it or
those of her relatives, it would be
stronger. Don't know it, eh?"
mo"
"Well, 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 EN- to talking. "
He took up his blue pencil and wrote
I'm. &. " at the top of the page. per
haps you'll make newspaper man,
after all, in spite of your college educa-
ton. Who knows?"
George Stanton seized the manuscript
and hurried on 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 III succession,
and at midnight he tried to possess him
self 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 unfoldcd the
sheet not line Of his production could
he find. After searching several times
through the Is pages of the paper the
conviction was forced upon him it had
been omitted
He fastened to his uncles 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 crestfallen
countenance before him.
Omitted? l haven't had time to
glance at the paper yet-there' 5 SO much
of it, but it can't he possible. "
ut is though. Here S the paper Look
for yourself. "
The proprietor glanced hastily over
the sheet.
81 never knew Bacon to do such a
thing before in all the II years he's
been on the paper.
"Where is hep
'Home, l suppose. l haven't seen
him. Ring rp the porter and find out "
The man reported that Mr. Bacon had
been i'll his Office all night, walking up
and down, sor, strangelike. | aXed him
wor any one after him, but he said No,
I kinder abscnnmindedlike, and wint on
walllin up and down. "
Frederick Stanton dismissed the man.
His words had deepened the mystery.
81 can't understand this at all. Come,
George; we viii find out what it
means. "
AT the door of the editorial Office a
haggard fac confronted them. Mr..
Bacon silently ushered in his visitors
and closed the door,
Il 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 ii
back.
The man addressed began to pace the
room nervously.
1T was about--a woman, he said
finally.
well what of it?" demanded hi:
superior. Her name wasn't mention
ed, though it ought to have been, anC
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 reputa
ton"
There was an ominous pause.
1--WE may as well understand one an
other first as last" the speaker con
tinued. "It will never do for an editor
to doubt the policy of an owner. YoU
would be asking my reasons next. L
you are to presume to dictate to me, W,
may as we'll sever our connection a
once"
The man addressed staggered slightly
His face paled, and hunted look cam,
into his eyes.
1t was only a woman's reputation
that was at stake" he said quietly
"but the woman was-my wifeP'-
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