The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-04-29
The REFORM OF JEREMY GARBLE.
TALES TEN TRAVELLERS SERIES
BY EDGAR L. WAKEMAN.
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German Emperor. had been received by
the President Of France, had been given
audience by his holiness, the pope. and
had been permitted to erect a great me-
mortal window in an ancient and historic
abbey
Preceded by press dispatches, his for
eign Journey had partaken somewhat of
the nature of continuous ovation. Nat
urally, when coming back to the imme-
date neighborhood of every day business
rivalries. his individuality dwindled to
the measure of an ordinary human unit
Of progress. This had an unpleasant
influence upon him.
The ledgers in his counting room showed
tremendous profits; the puzzle depart
ment. the guessing department, the gift
book department, the art supplement de-
partment, the circulation certitication de-
partment, and all the other modern ba-
zaar departments of one of the greatest
dailies on earth were in healthful and
prosperous development; while the thun-
behring's of added presses testified to his
constantly increasing wealth and power
Within his little kingdom his hundreds
of employers were more oOsequious than
ever. His great newspaper structure had
itself received several additional stories
during his absence. It's dome was now
the Hottest in the city. Everything that
his eve rested upon in his mammoth es-
tablishment was the greatest. the finest,
the costliest, and the most superb known
to journalistic development in all the
world
But Jeremy Garble had received moth
ing bordering on an ovation on his arrival
home A few financial promoters had
waylaid him and attempted 10 ply MIN
with cheap wine. An agent or two of
mild forms of lotteries were ready to
present schemes in connection with news
paper circulation. Cunning politicians
submitted plots for the Encouragement of
existing parties. Eleemosynary inst1tu-
lions favored him with suggestions for iu-
creasing their own usefulness through
the means Of his journals cooperation.
And various fairs, festivals and mission
cry boards had postponed active opera
tions for public plumber until he could be
personally consulted and utilized.
All of this nettled him. He should have
remained away longer, or not have gone
at all. His entire environment seemed
sadly changed or his retrospective view
had been badly deranged.
One of his old political editors, Rich
ard Northup, coming suddenly out of his
room, met him in the hallway, and with
unaffected old-time cordiality, grasped his
deaf, shouted Justify:
why, hello, Jerry! God bless you,
old man, I'm right glad to see you back
again.
At which familiarity, Jeremy Gar
BILE frowed and said
"How do you do to-day, Mr.. Northup,"
rather coldly.
His old employee dropped his hand, hast
ened on, turned and regarded his superior
for moment, in hurt sort of way, but
toned his coat about his stopping shoulders
and disappeared with dubious shake of
his head.
Jeremy Garble saw the action, or
enough of it to sting him deeply in the
mood which possessed him "Old
Northup,n he reflected, must know how
l have been received abroad. He could
have at least shown me a little Difference
That is the thanks one gets for keeping
men in their place beyond their useful
ness"
This, it may be observed, is often the
view men of success take of those who
have passed their entire lives Loyalty con
tributing to that success.
A little further on he halted at the
room of the obituary editor, Mr.. Melanc-
thon Mold. "Old Mortality" he was
called by the entire force, and he had
clipper way of buffeting any forgivable
office badinage with, wait until have
call for your envelope, SIR meaning that
it is always well to conciliate the obituary
editor of great newspaper.
Il hear the governors just back" said
an assistant cheerily Now, Mr. Mold,
! suppose you'll do something really hand
some for the governor when he croaks 2"
MIR, Mold was about depositing some
clippings in one of the thousands of enVel-
ope boxes, containing data and Incidents
of the lives of all personages of any pub
lie consequence, or who We're likely to be-
come so. ranged about the walls of the
room. He turned to the speaker, ad-
justed his spectacles. cleared his throat
and gesturing airily with the pile of clip
pings in his hand, returned iocularly.
The governor? Well, I should think
so! A full page to his early struggles; at
least one to his editorial and business
triumps; another to his associa ton with
the great; four TO his public munificences ;
and, )" here MIR. Mold lowered his vioce
and cautiously glanced into the hallway.
three lines to his private generosities -
His precautionary glance had not been
quick enough.
"Mr, Mold, " remarked Jeremy Garble
quietly you may call at the cashier s
desk as you leave from home this even
ing"
The old man was very white and the
boxes swan before his eyes, but he
faltered to the voice he heard and the
form he could not see:
Very well, sir. ! truly beg your
pardon. l should not have said, even in
Jest what did though it seems that nv
estimate of necessary space for the
chronicle of your private generosities was
not far amiss -
But Jeremy Garble had passed on. That
unaccountable impulse of human nature
TO visit upon the weak the fancied re
venges we cannot effect upon those OF
equal strength at least momentarill
possessed him. II filled him with especial
Indignation and resentment when he saw
an old Argand lamp burning on the desB
of the "second-COlUmn" editor Luke Rad
dies.
Mr.. Raddles was not at that moment
occupying a dignified position for an edi-
tor, and this further infamed Mr. Gar
bles irritated spirit Hewas tilted far
hack in his chair. One foot laid upon the
desk in dangerous proximity TO the Ar
gand lamp. His head, held in his hands
rested on his chair back, his eyes were
closed, and he was smoking his dear ole
corn-cob pipe. This was Mr.. Raddles
favorite posture for ruminative thought
1t had brought thousands Of forceful
timely and exquisite creations into being
for the columns of Jeremy Garbles Jour
nal; but the very recollection of this was
goading TO the editor and owner.
Mr. Raddles, isn't the electric light
good enough for you,' he inquired in an