Morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven [Conn.]) 1848-1894, 1894-04-28

II hear the governors Just back" sAit
| an assistant cheerily. "Now, Mr.. Mold,
suppose you'lrdo something really hand
come for the governor when he oroaksi"
Mr.. Mold was about depositng som,
| clippings In one of the Thousands Of en-
yslope boxes. containing data and Incl
dents of the lives of all personagss Of anl
public consequence, or who were liksly 3
become 80, ranged about the walls Of thu
| room. He turned to the speaker, adjusted
his spsctsclss, clsarsd his throat, and gss
turing sirily With the pile Of clippings II
his hand, returned jocularly:
1.-THE governori Well, should thinl
sol A full page to his early struggles; ai
| least one to his editorial and business tri
umphs; another to his association with tn,
great; four to his public munifcsnces
and, !" here Mr.. Mold lowered bis voice and
cautiously glanced into the hallway, "thres
lines to his private generosftiesI"
HIS precautionary glance had not beer
quick enough
"Mr. Mold" remarked jeremy Garbls
quietly, lyon may call at the cashier.
desk as you leave for home this evening.
The old man was very white and the
boxes SWAN before his eyes, but he fAl
tered to the voice he heard and the form
he could not see:
every well, sir. I truly beg your par
don. should not have said, even In Jest
what did; though 1t seems that my esti
mate of necessary space for the chronicle
of your private generosities was not fai
amiss"
But Jeremy Gafble had passed on. That
unsccountsble impulse of human nature tc
visit upon the weak the faneied revenges
strength at least momentarily possessed
him. 1t filed him with especial indigna.
tion and resentment when he saw an old
Argand lamp burning on the dssk Of the
Second. column" editor, Luke Raddles.
Mr.. Rsddles was not at that moment oe
cupying digni6ed position for an editor,
and this further infismed Mr.. Garb,e's ir-
ritsted spirit. He was tilted far back In
his chair. One foot laid upon the desk In
dangerous proximity to the Argand lamp.
His head, held In his hands, rested on bis
chsir-bsck, his eyes were closed, and he
was smoking his dear old corn cob pipe.
This was Mr.. Rsddles' favorite posture for
ruminstive thought. 1t had brought
thousands of forcsful, timely and eIqui-
site creations into being for the columns
of Jeremy Garhle's journal; but the very
recollection of this was gosding to the
editor and owner.
"Mr. Raddies, isn't the electric light
good enough for youi" he inquired In an
injured tone.
"Too good; far too good. Don't want II
oh, Is that you, Mr.. Garblei Bless me,
but Pm glad to see you home. Look ten
years younger, Jere, old boy. Come In;
do"
"Mr. Raddles, I wish that lamp removed
from this building at once"
"You don't mean III Why, Jere, I've
worked under 1t over twenty years. Had
1t when we started-bsck there in the lit
tie old Office, you know. Sort of remind
er of the good old dsys, Jers"
Raddles rubbed his eyes as II he had lost
faith in them; looked In smazement at his
old companion and friend, who WAS stand
ing frowningly q. his door; shook himself
out of his chair upon his feet in alarm and
stsmmered:
"Jere-Mr. Gsrble, I mean-is there
anything wrong about my workf I am
afraid / am In the way here"
"Dld you hear my remark about that
lamp, Mr.. Raddlesi"
Certainly. That's all right. Out she
goes, Jerel"
With this the light WAS turned down,
the lamp wrapped in one of the exchanges,
when Mr.. Rsddles got together his other
belongings and left his defk, where hs had
toiled for half lifetime, with q sick and
weary heart.
Now Jeremy Garbls was not tyrant by
nature, but his self-consequencs had bsen
stung and wounded. Its speedy, uufors.
seen and unpleasant results gave him az
deep q pang as those whom he had
wronged; but the action of the human
mind being almost universally one of self
justification, there was but one course for
great editor and owner to pursue.
81 have begun reform here" he re-
marked curtly to his managing editor,
when alone with the latter few minutes
later. "There are certain elderly parties
who have bsen with me so long that they
have become irascible, gsrrulous, l might
say impertinent. Success without disci-
pline is impossible. Now 1 wish you to
Immediately fill the places of Mold, Rad.
dies and Northup. Mold and Rsddles are
already out. Notify Northup that his eer
vices will not be required after the end Of
the month"
Their places can't be filled, SIR"
"Can't be filledi'
can get men st their places; but not II
them"
Every we'll. Get men at their places d
once, then. Good night"
The managing editor saw his chief Il
| the door in psrple1sd, worried way; re
| turned to his seat and scanned his list o
emergency possibles" discouragedly
clossd his desk with bang and the eIola
| nation, sit can't be done!" and, after anx
iously looking from his window for tim
upon, the myriad of fsring city lights
gave hopefully Joyous whistle of relisi
| There's only one way out of thii
That's by the female routeI There's jus
one person WHO can help me-that level
headed daughter of Garble. I believe sh
really thinks more of those three old m
tedtluvians than all the rest of the forcs
and Jeremy Gsrble thinks more of be
than of his own immortal soull"
Any one who could have observed Nj
Garbls's manner to his daughter as he al
rived at his home that evening could nc
but have heartily ooncurred with the vie
managing editor in his comforting conclr
sion.
She instantly noticed the settled frow
in his face and brought him at once to th
little half Moorish, court like conservator
she had herself planned and had cor
structed, just off Mr.. Garble's library
where there were fountains, vines and
wealth of flowers; q sweet and soothin
place In color and sound for q great editc
or any other human annoyed by those COL
slant discoveries In life, that each degre
of attained power brings increased respol
sibility for its considersts and gentle US
Mr.. Gsrble's arm snciroled his dsuxi
ter's waist, while one of her hands hsl
his, and her other hand. thrown about b
neck, tepderly patted his face and hssC
He looked into her faoe with pride and
peculiar eagerness of affection, implying
mute appeal for especial sympathy; for v
are always mos. miserable when most col
scious of ipjustic, and wrong to others.
| 'Grace, feel wretchedly to night"
They had come to the little court. II
Garble stretched himself upon low divar
and his daughter, nesting down b, sid
him, began affectionately strokipg b
throbbing head.
"Oh, we'll coon have all this pain ava,
father" she answered gently and comfor
ingly. "Hope there's no trouble at the o
6cep
"oh, nothing unusual. Just little r
form necessary down there, Grace"
,s"You see, father, while you were avs
Mr.. Thurber-Ar. Thurber was Mr.. Gs
} bls's managing editor-honored me so o.
quite an mixing of editorial responsible
J ties" Then with q light laugh and q
! arch shake of her head: 81 don't iii
J them at ALL"
, Heye Mr.. Garble smiled for the FIR
time that day, as he said: "Just like yor
dead mother, Grace. Bless herI I ofte
used to think she would have been hsppi
} If had failed instead of succeeded
building up great Newspaper property
81 believe abe would, father. Did yc
ever think how q good wife's heart is Q
J cretly torn and her very life shortens
from waiting ustenfn0 prayfno aooni