The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1894-06-01

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 beamed with the
delight begotten of scoops"
We'll, my boy that's a corker!" he
said, heartily. Where did You get it?"
Listened and heard some old gossips
tell 1t, as you told me to do All
know is, that it's the escapade of a
woman high in local social circles
just as I've said
''Escapade, well / should think so.
and she saves her reputation by having
midnight supper charged to Mrs
H, who is not in a position to OBJ
ject"
''Of course had TO exaggerate it
trifie-touch up the high lights, you
know"
And darken the shadows. Well.
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"
We'll, the name of the woman she
personated Is enough tor one scoop. and
we've got that Perhaps. others may
know it, and it'll set 'em 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 llnows?"
George Stanton seized the manuscript
and hurried off 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
himself with patience to await the ar
rival of the paper which would contain
his maiden effort in journalism
An overwhelming disappointment
awaited him. For, when he unfolded
the sheet, not a line of his production
could he find. After searching several
times through the sixteen pages of the
paper, the conviction was forced upon
hint had been omitted
He hastcned 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 crest-fallen
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 Toe possible
at is, though. Here's the paper;
look for yourself"
The proprietor glanced hastily over
the sheet.
IL never knew Bacon to do such a
thing before in all the seventeen years
he's been on the paper"
Where is hep
Home. | suppose; l haven't seen
him Ring up the porter and find
out
The man reported that Mr.. Bacon
had been IN his Office all nigh, walk
in up and down, sor, strange-lilIe- /
axed him wor anyone after him, but
ne said No kinder absent-mindcd-
like, and wint on walkin' up and
down"
Frederick Stanton dismissed the man.
His words had deepened the mystery.
Il 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 Mr..
Bacon silently ushered in his visitors
and closed the door
StllI YOU Scillt Slhh idNb III hbs
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.
ut was about-a woman" he said,
finally.
"Wcll, what of it?" demanded his su-
perior. Her name wasn't mentioned,
though it ought to have been, and if II
had been, is that any reason why you
should scruple to publish what l send
in? You've never hesitated before over
such trifle as a womans reputation
There was an ominous pause
I'VE may as well understand one an
other first as last" the speaker contin-
ued lit 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
NAV as well sever our connections at
once"
The man addressed staggered slight
". Ills face paled and a hunted look
came into his eyes
1t was only a woman's reputation
that was at stake he said, quietly,
but the woman was-my yife!"-John
Howe Bargate, in San Francisco Argo-
naut-