The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1894-08-01

Ious manner there she escapes when
threatened with discovery by personat-
I ing Mrs H, a prominent woman
Of well known rapid proclivities, has
the supper charged 70 her account, and
-umi she goes little too far for safety
in that eseapade."
'sOf course had to exaggerate it a
trifIe-touch up the high lights, you
know"
and darllen the shadows. Well,
that's what we want, and you have hit
it the first time. Only, if we could
give the name Of the woman who did
it, or those Of her relatives, il would be
stronger. Don't know il, eh?''
NO"
ssWeU the name Of the woman she
personated is enough for one scoop,
and we've got that. Perhaps Others
may know it, and il viii set them TO
talking"
He took up his blue pencil and wrote
I'm. 2" at the top Of the page
Perhaps you viii make newspa-
per man, after all, in spite of your col
lege education. Who knows?"
George Stanton seized the manuscript
and hurried on with it to the editorial
den. where he deposited il gleefully
upon the top Of pile Of papers ON the
editors desk
After that, dinner, the theatre, sup
per. followed in succession, and at
midnight he tried to posses 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 line Of his production
could he find. After searching sever
al times through the sixteen pages of
the paper, the conviction was forced
upon him that he had been omitted
He hastened 10 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 erestfallen
countenanee before him.
Omitted? / haven had time 10
glance at the paper yet-there's 20
much Of il, but it can't be possible"
1T Is, though. Here is the paper.
Look for yourself"
The proprietor glanced hastily over
the sheet.
II never knew Bacon to do such a
thing before in all the seventeen years
he has been ON the paper"
Where is he?"
"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, walk
ing up and down sort Of strange like. l
axed him wor any one after him, but
he said no, kinder absent minded like,
and went on walking up and down"
Frederick Stanton dismissed the
man. His words had deepened the
mystery.
Il can't understand this at all. Come,
George; we win find out what it
means.n
At the door Of the editorial office a
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, "and
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
superior Her name was not men,
toned, though it ought TO have been,
anu II IL ildl httll i llltt diif lttt-otA
why you should scruple to publish
what sent in? You have never hesi-
tated before over such trifIe as wo-
mans reputation"
There was an ominous pause.
1--WE may a. well understand one
another first a. last, " the speaker con-
tinued. at will never do for an editor
To doubt the policy of an owner. You
would he asking my reason next. II
you are To presume to dictate To me, we
may n well sever our connection at
once"
The man addressed staggered slight
ly. His face paled, and a hunted look
came into his eyes
at was only a woman's reputation
that was At stake" he said quietly,
'but that woman was my wifer'-
-Arg0Hdd