The Dupuyer acantha. [volume] (Dupuyer, Mont.) 1894-1904, 1897-07-22
against His Will.

The editor was Disguised and no
wonder.
1t was tho dali season. and the Scru-
tator was compelled to resort 10 much
padding in order to fill the daily meas
ure expected by its subscribers; it was
even obliged to print copious extracts
from other publications. thing only
to be done as Il last resort by any
paper of spirit. Yet as this particular
time Il celebrity. n real celebrity. came
for Il few days stay to Oakhampton,
II refused to be interviewed.
why he came was Il mystery, but
that he had come was a fact. though
from the editors point of view he
might just as well have stayed away.
The celebrity's u%nobliging disposition
on the subject of interviewing had pre-
coded him; he was perhaps the only
man of note in two continents who had
not submitted to the ordeal. In mo-
ments of self-deprcciation he was
wont to say that was his greatest
claim to distinction; but ever his rep
utation had not daunted the hopes of
our editor. who felt convinced that the
surliest Discrimination must give way
before the charm and tact of the most
valuable member of the S%crutator's
staff. But the tact. the charm had no
opportunity of producing their usual
effect; they night as well have been
non-consistent. Celebrity, from the
privacy of a hotel sitting rom, SEM
down a curt message of absolute re-
fusal.
No Wonder. then. as we said before,
the editor was disguised.
AS he meditated on the provoking
ness of things in general and of the
celebrity in particular, he found his
thoughts running into such eloquent
and we'll rounded periods that he in
stlnctively drew pen and paper toward
him and wrote an editorial, which, if
the celebrity had read it. would have
made him feel very small indeed.
The article clearly proved that what
the Public demanded it must have flor
the Public spelt with a capital L was
as sacred to the editor as humanity
spelt with a capital HI is to the fol
lowers of Augusta Comte. The indi-
vidual as such exists not for his own
sake, but for the sake of the Public in
II case, or of Humanity in the other.
The article further demonstrated that
celebrities would not exist without a
Public. How could any one become
celebrated on a deserted island, for in
stance0 If. then, it Is to the Public
n a the celebrity owes his being, and
h Public manifest a curiosity as TO
he opinions on things in general or
any celebrity in particular. the Public
has a right to know these opinions, and
how could it know them better than
thrO1ph tho po1nnnS pf tbo Sa,+o+o,y
But u editor was not always in
this ~displeased frame of mind. AS n
rule he was the most genial Of men.
and such he looked that same evening
as he sat smoking his cigar on the gal
lery of q handsome house in Clarence
avenue. His companion was his niece,
a nice young girl, with a pretty face
ana figure, IL a miscellaneous look in
her dark eyes which was particularly
fascinating. She was ~discourSinc about
the" dearest wish of her heart-that she
should become a regular writer for the
Scrutator.
But her uncle po0-poohcd the idea;
she was too young. too inexperienced,
100 pretty. Il at any rate it was i'm
possible to become a writer by simply
talking about it. why continued he.
do you not write something and show
me what you a dO?'
Il have written several stories. as
you know. but you won't look at
them replied the girl.
"Oh. no., the S%crutator does not want
stories. Write ME an article on some
subject which will interest the public"
But what subjects do interest the
public, uncle, dear? You only laugh at
at me if | suggest ONE
On, come now-yOu can't expect a
poor editor to suggest subjects for YOU
as we'll as read your articles. Make
your W choice. The world is all be-
fore you where to choose"
That's just what bewilders me; it
IS so hard to choose. If only | had
something definite to go upon-or if
(coaxingly, you would Just look at one
of my Stories"
But the editor vouchsafed no reply
to this, so his niece went on: INV
firm conviction is that / should make
a splendid interviewer. | should en-
JOY it. too. AT college I could always
get the girls to tell me anything |
wanted to know
The editor laughed.
why not become a detective at
Once?' said he.
u wish could" sighed the girl. But
her uncle was not attending: he was
looking at IA cyclist who was spinning
rapidly past the house.
That's the man. he exclaimed:
that's Camberton!"
"Oh. that mani" replied Kittie. for
she knew all about the editors griev-
ance with the celebrity. "ha passes
here every day. | have met him sew
eral times lately when | have been out
for my morning ride. | wondered who
he was"
We'll. must so now" said her IN
Gle. as he. glanced at his watch. Good
night. child" and then. as an after
thought, tell YOU what. Kittie. if you
can manage to interview Camberton
III do anything you like" and with a
laugh. as though he had made a trc-
mendous joke. the editor departed,
leaving kittie to her thoughts. which,
as tho poet says of the Thoughts of
youth, were long, long thoughts"
Early next morning two cyclists
9ight have been seen wheeling W
Clarence avenue. The ono in front was
q man, big and DISTINGUISHED looking:
a man whom to see was t. remember.
The secon cyrist n a Young g;r'.
who kant nlN-1 &c n1,rnt tl,, -, AZ,