The Newtown bee., 1896-10-09
Miss EYlY
MAY KELSEY CHAMPION IN ruE INpE
 PENDENT.

sat at my desk in thc little room par titonrd on for the u~e of the editors Of the Mvdway Eeg!e. X fresh bfaII. cam" in at the d39r, a,d l moved my chair A little that might get the whole of the sweet smell of bal5am that it was bring. ing from grove half mile up the river.
 But the gentle stir that l WAS pursuing was evidently gust out in the pres. room, for heard it rustliug the papers, and then John Drew slammed down the window. He was whistling the wedding march from "Lohcngriu, eight bars of 1t at least-all he knew, and then da capo, Presently, from che buzztng and rsttling that reached nc, | knew that he wa. chasing wasp over the glass with the office shears, while he waited for me to correct the proof he had brought in.
 Alice was away, finding a two weeks rest and change, hoped, in tour Of historical New England towns, conduct ed by the Jeukin X Jenkin Company She had arranged to make the trip pay for itself by writing it up for Boston paper, and was incidentally filling three columns of our own at the same time.
 It was venture, our buying the Med way Eagle Inst year against the advice of nearly all of our relations and friends. It had laugulshcd through three mascu- line administrations, and it was folly fol d couple of girls to sink their smGll capj tai in it, they declared; we had much better stay in town. But SO far the pa- per had paid it's own way and ours, Iwith something over, and the relatives and friends were beginning to give it out that they had encouraged the investment from the first.
 As scored the proof-for John Drew ia not a careful mpositOr-the light from the doorway was suddenly cut off Without raising my eyes, l said 'Come in." l had heard the voice of the Say vile correspondent outside, and 1t waa his day for bringing in the weekly scrib bic of news which we revised and print ed.
 But it was @ light footstep upon the threshold, and looked up to say "Good afternoon" to pale, slender woman in black. She was nervous and fluttering as she took the chair in front of the desk and she opened and shut 8 flat leather hag which she carried several times in an embarra ssed way before she spoke. stin, gray-threaded curls nodded over the finger with a very wet hairbrusb, rested motionless upon her forehead and neck. Everything else about her was wilted and dropping. Her mussed black gown had mass of dispirited rutllng about the neck and shoulders, and the feathers in her bonnet were as straight as much exposure to rain and damp weather could make them.
 ''Are you the editor?" she asked, at last, raising her faded eyes, hesitatingly.
 1 said that was one of tho editOra,a at present the only one in charge.
 Opening her bag once more, she drew put package of small sheets of paper covered with writing carefully done with ! very fine pen, in q large, round, Spen- ,erian hand.
 Still she hesItated.
 VI was told that you were the editor" he said.
 I explained that my sister was away, md would not be back for two weeks or nore. But if there was anything could 10 for her She had passed me the manuscript, with quick turn of her wrist, trying to hide patched place in her glove.
 "Will you read thisg' she asked, ''and en me If you think ! could could get nything for it--I mean, ,if It would sellP' l knew that she was hoping I would cad it at once. But It was growing late nd when had gotten John Drew at york again, there would still b. an ar- iele on "Good Roads, written by one of he aeleetmen, waiting for new spelling nd punctuation at least, and more than T