Connecticut western news., 1894-07-19
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Listened and heard some old gossips tell it, as you told me to do. All I know is that it's the escapade of a woman high ill local social circles, just as I've said. i" -.
 "Escapade?" his uncle repeated. "1 should call it pretty near being a crime. She goes to 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., prominent woman of we'll known rapid proclivities, has the supper charged to her account, and-um!-she goes a little too far for safety in that escapade. "
 "Of course had to exaggerate it a trif1e-touch up the high lights, you know"
 And darken the shadows. We'll, 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, eh?"
 "No."
 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 lem to talking. :" He took up his blue pencil and wrote I'm. g. !" at the top of the page. "Per- haps you'll make a newspaper man, after all, in spite of your college educa- tion. 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 a pile of papers on the editors desk. After that, dinner, the theater, supper, followed in 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 unfolded the sheet not line of his production could he find. After searching several times through the 16 pages of the paper the conviction was forced upon him 1t had been omitted.
 He hastened 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 crestfallen countenance before him.
 Omitted? I haven't had time to glance at the paper yet-there's so much of it, but it can't be possible. 1" - ss
 It is though. Here's the paper. Look for yourself " --
 The proprietor glanced hastily over the sheet
 1T never knew Bacon to do such a thing before in all the IT years he's been on the paper.
 Where is he?''
 Home, I suppose. I haven't seen him. Ring up the porter and find out. ''
 The man reported that Mir. Bacon had been in his office all night, walking up and down, sor, strangelike. I axed him wor any one after him, but he said 'No,' kinder absentmindedlike, and wint on wallzin up and down. "
 Frederick Stanton dismissed the man. His words had deepened the mystery.
 ''I can't understand this at all. Come, George; we will find out what it means"
 At the door of, the editorial office a haggard face confronted them. Mir. Bacon silently ushered in his visitors and closed the door.
 ''I 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.
 ''It was about-a woman, he said finally. -.z--- E
 "Well, what of it?'' demanded his superior. Her name wasn't mention ed, 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 tion. !"
 There was an ominous pause.
 We may as we'll understand one an- other first as last" the speaker con- tinued. Ut will never do for an editor to doubt the policy of an owner. You would be asking my reasons next If you are to presume to dictate to me, we may as we'll sever our connection at once"
 The man addressed staggered slightly. His face paled, and hunted look came into his eyes.
 ''It was only a woman's reputation that was at stake,'' he said quietly, ''but the woman was-my wife p'- John How Bargate in Argonaut.