Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1894-02-23

menus at single glance. lie was about
to ask what her errand was, but instead
pointed with his pencil toward the door of
the reportorial room. lie watched her as
she started in and noticed an air of hest
fancy about her He first thought he would
call Sumner, but as he was reaching de-
cision in his mind she entered.
Eleven O'Clock it was when Robert Sum
ner finished his last piece of copy and sent
it in to the city editor. Then he had put
on his coat, took his um brella and hat and
was about to leave. The rain poured down
in such torrents that he decided to wait
few minutes and resumed his seat. Again
he sat thinking, but this time his thoughts
appeared to realize, and instead of review
ing past events he was castle building into
the future.
He imagined that he caught the rustic
of dress near him, and it accorded with
his castles Some one seemed to call his
name in timid manner and soft. He
closed his eyes in the hope that he might
hear it again. Again he did hear it, but
it was so lifelike, so actual that he refused
to open his eyes and destroy the chain of
thought that stretched in golden links into
years to come. His name was repeated,
not any louder, but accompanied by Il
touch. With start he turned in his chair.
Mildred, " he cried, "what are you do
ing here2"
ooh, Robert, " she half sobbed, "haven't
you heard about it? Don't you know all
about it2 Won't you keep it out of the pa
PERI It's all ask of you. Please keep it
out ="
"What is it2" demanded Sumner almost
fercely, hardly knowing what to suspect
in his bewilderment and despair ng of
what to say when he should know.
The woman, very white, but upright and
dignified, said, "My father is an embez-
zlerl' And she told him all she knew.
Certainly, of course I'll keep it out.
That's all right" said Sumner, Mortified.
"But, he added as though it were merely
an afterthought and did not enter into any
very great consideration-though he knew
better himself and trusted to her ignorance
-"well see the city editor"
Together they went, and Sumner spoke
to him. He told the city editor the story
as he had it from the woman, and the city
editor throughout it all was mentally map
ping out the space he could give it and
where he should put it. Sumner read his
thoughts, for he conclu6 ed quickly, sharp
ly, and said Immediately:
"But you are not going to use tit is
not to be printed It's only known among
the directors of the bank"
The city editor leaned back in his chair
and let the points of his fingers fall to-
gether. He could appreciate the position
of Sumner perhaps, but much more thor
oughly did he appreciate the news value
of the story.
"Not go in?' he said in IA surprised tone
"Why, that S the best story we've got to-
night. Well use it, of course. | want "A
column. You're my best man handy. Go
work it. 1t means $40 on space
Sumner f lshed wildly. The woman
stepped forw ird, and the city editor saw
her presence for the first time. His dark
face duplicated the blush that had suf
fused Summers countenance. He began to
see.
at is not to be used, " said Sumner dog
gedly.
With the city editor the young space
writer had always been a favorite, so he
was willing to do all he could for him
He sat thinking. Miss Nelson crept IT,.
idly up to Sdmner's side and stood look
ing first at one man and then at the other
almost imploringly.
"Why don't you want it to go in, SUM
ner?" asked the city editor finally. Cant
you give me some reason?"
"No," said Sumner, ''but it's not going
in"
SIS it," asked the city editor, ignoring
Summers mandatory tone, "on any per-
sonal ground? If it is, why''-and the
city editor made gesture of uncondition-
al surrender. Sumner looked sideways at
Miss Nelson She laid hand on his arm
and stood, all expectant, A happy light
came into the young mans eyes
"Well, sir, " began Sumner stammering-
ly, "you see, sir-that is, you understand"
he could feel Miss Nelson watching him
The, the gentleman under discussion and
consideration, is to be my father-in-lawl'
sob, Robert" exclaimed Miss Nelson,
but she did not remove her hand. The
city editor stood up and congratulated
both. Confused and embarrassed, Sumner
led the young lady to the elevator, and
while that affair was slowly hosting itself
explained himself
81 had to, you see," said he, land of
course''-he became more confused still
"why, of course"--
"This was the reason" she said, stop
ping him with kiss, modest and shy.
The Office boy, who had come out to file
telegram, reversed his decision, jabbed
both hands into his pockets and veered
about. The message could go later.-Ju-
liam Harris in Atlanta Constitution.
How Jowett Won Strike.
Jowett's brevity of speech and dispatch
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