The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1895-06-01

per Office dnring the few hours pre-
ceding the momentous going TO press"
Hughey, one night, was turning the
proposition carefully over In his mind.
when he saw the managing editor sud-
denly leave his private Office and
hasten, with an anxious look. TO the
night editor
| "finve you got the tail end OF the
presidents message out here. Evans?"
asked the managing editor.
NO" said the night editor, looking
up In surprise. "You had the last ten
pages. and had up to that point"
Let me see It," said the managing
editor.
II just finished IT. and it's gone up
stairs The proofs will be down
shortly"
II couldn't find the last few pages at
the end" said the managing editor.
''and i came out TO see If. perhaps,
they hadn't got mixed in with yours"
IL think not" said the night editor.
"Hugheyw called the managing ed
itor.
Almost the same instant a sepulchrai
voice broke from the orifice Of the box
chute leading 10 the composing rooms
overhead.
Send up the rest of the presidents
stuff" said the voice.
The managing editor sprang to the
chute.
You'll have TO wait awhile; we've
lost part Of IL. Run in that Bank Rob
berry on the first page. I'll be up in
minute"
Hughey came up TO the managing
editor.
"Hughcy," he said, anybody been in
my Officer"
mo, SIR" answered Hughey, posi-
lively. 1t is one of Hughey's duties to
look out for visitors 10 the managing
editors room, and about his duties
Hughey always answers positively.
II can't find the tail end of the presi-
dents message. II was lying on my
desk only few moments ago"
The word ''tailr arrested Hughey's
alert faculties. 1t set him thinking
very hard for minute.
"Well," said the managing editor.
regarding him. whats the matter
with you? Can't you speak?"
just then the foreman of the compos-
ing rooms came down from upstairs.
He had bunch of proofs in his hand,
and as he gave them TO the managing
editor he asked II the missing copy of
the message had been found. There
was an anxious look on his face. which
the features Of the managing editor
also reflected. At last Hughey spoke:
What was 1t like, sir?"
"Well. you can see what's left. Then
look about and see If you can find any
thing like 1t. Come with me-"
They passed into the private Office,
the night editor and the head foreman
following
The managing editor turned the few
remaining pages of the message as il
lay upon his desk. Hughey ran his eye
over them from top 10 bottom. AS he
read the last line of the last page, he
started, and uttering sharp cry, put
his finger upon the words, pointing
them out They ran: Happily, we
have averted any such catastrophe as"
''Well?" said the managing editor,
emphaticaiiy, as he glared at the line.
'Catastrophel" said Hughey. II
t.iSsss[iS 30. itb onOthic LOOK H. he
got an awful nose for noos--'specially
anything about cats"
Nonsense" said the men, laughing
In spite OF themselves.
But Hughey hurried out of the Office
to Shockie's holy Of holies, n long
crcvice behind the "boneyard," as the
Office tersely and laconically termed
the cases containing the future obitu-
aries of present living prominent citi-
zensr Passing his hand behind, he
drew forth few crumpled pages and
carried them to the light.
~ knew III" he SAID. ''That cath be
n city editor some day"
When the managing editor received
the missing pages into his hands, a look
of establishment spread across his face.
Where did you find them?" he asked.
''Shockie had en- answered Hughey,
shortly, but there was a proud CLEAN in
his eyes.
81 never noticed that cat much" said
the managing editor. .'but / should
like TO take a good look at it now"
''IIe was ON the shelf by the pneu-
matte tube minute ago" said Hughey,
leading the way there. AS they came
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