The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-12-26


| once" he said to the office boy. Then he
turned to the Fair Unknown, with an air
of animation totally different from his US
| ual somewhat listless manner. when do
| you expect him?"
I'm a few minutes"
| The sub-editor looked obviously round.
81 wonder whether there's ROOM" he said.
moving a couple of chairs into the oppo-
site corner. "Pll just close this desk, and
then there can't be any furniture spoilt.
One must be economical nowadays even
in ones amusements. Hadn't you better
go? If you have any items I'll write them
down now, as 1 may not be able to do so
after this forthcoming interview"
The sub-edtor felt that the girl regarded
him admiringly NO, I'll STAY" she said,
with a tremor in her voice I'm respon-
sible for this little She hesitated for
word
"Fracas?' asked the sub-editor cheer
fully, as he felt his biceps, and squared his
shoulders. What we want in everyday
life is little more reality. We're too
much given TO dreaming. The savage in
US doesn't get a chance. Just a few
rounds, and 1 shall be ever so much bet
ter. Pm growing very puddeny. 1t clears
ones brain So"
II thought" hazarded the Fair I'm
known, that you wanted to be a cler-
gyman."
so I do" said the sub-editor buoyant-
ly. MY dear girl, have you never heard
of the church milithnt?" And he jubi-
lantiy plunged his fist into the eye of an
imaginary opponent.
The girl shuddered as a manly step was
heard on the stairs. Here he comes"
she cried, with a SILVER. Il know his
step"
You wouldn't like to go out?" inquired
landing if you like till it's oil over. There's
LITTLE door here"
mo, th-thank you" said the Fair I'm
known. Some fatal fascination forces
me TO remain. 1t is my fault though. Re
member that"
Nonsense" said the sub-editor as the
door angrily opened. tits a sub-edito-
yial risk. 1 wish there were more of
them
A tall, bronzed young man came quickly
into the room, holding a copy of Top
Lights in his hand. Good morning" he
said, quietly, as if endeavoring to repress
any traces of excitement, but switching
his leg ominously with light, cutting
whip. Perhaps you will be good enough
to inform me who is responsible for this
paragraph" and he pointed to the one
about Lord Archie Viponts impending
marriage
Certainly" said the sub-editor cheer
fully. Il am. Anything wrong about it?''
wrong about it!' calculated the young
man, rapidly beginning to lose all self
control. TITS a parcel of lies from begin
ming to end"
How so? Aren't you going to marry
Miss Washington" "a
mo sir am notl And it's none of
your Internal business if 1 were. I don't
mind about that one Bit
The young man stopped as If he had been
shot, and bit his lips with vexation.
May l ask what ii is that you object
to-" suavely inquired the sub-edtor
Gas 1 said before it's no business of
yours, but it's the last half of the para
graph. don't believe 1t. Now, will you
retract Or" and the whip began to
swish ominously.
mo, don't think So" cheerfully replied
the sub-editor. You see, we should look
such fools If we admitted we'd made a
mistake
''Then I'll give you the worst thrashing
you ever had in your life" said the young
man.
Thanks, I'm not feeling inclined to be
thrashed just now" was the cool reply.
And the fight began. 1t only terminated
because want of condition began to tell
on the sub-editor. He made a valiant
struggle, but his visitor had thews of iron
and sinews of steel. So it Games to pass
that the sub-editor found himself damned
down or the floor, whilst Lord Archie
felt around for the whip, which he had
dropped curing lne ScuIle.
Apologize" cried Lord Archie, as his
fingers grasped the whip
''1ll be hanged If l."
The whip was raised omlnously, and
about to descend on the sub-editor's form
Che had taken off his spectacles before the
combat began), when the Fair Unknown
shrieked, rushed out from her corner and
wrested the whip away from the muscu-
lar youth.
ST - him atopa Arobia Tat hi,, olo,,o >,
she cried, passionately. 1T was all my
doing. wanted to show you 1 didn't
care"
The sub-editor took advantage of the
dramatic pause which ensued to get up
and dust himself. "Floor isn't as good
as it might be- he said, cheerfully. eff
you'll excuse me, I'll go out on the land
ing until I'm wanted" He took a chair
and went out The youth remained gaz-
ing at the floor with growing embarrass-
ment.
You. Constance. you! was all he said,
but there was a world of reproach in
his tones.
The Fair Unknown's veil had come off,
There were tears in her exquisite eyes, but
none in her voice. IL did it," she said.
what for?" asked the young man,
making a step toward her.
"Horsewhip me first and I'll tell YOU"
she breathed. DO, please, do. want 10
be horsewhipped."
The young man threw down the whip
with an inarticulate cry. For heavens
sake, Constance. tell me the meaning of
this mad freak"
"I-I-oh, Archie!' And the fioodgates
were opened.
What did you do it for?" he asked
when the agony had ebated.
You were so p-p-roud, and II want
ed to make it up" she said. Il thought
it would rouse you"
Lord Archie went to the door. "Mr. Ed
iter?''
mo, no; you do me too much honor -
said the sub-editor, looking up from his
writing pad. I'm only sub. Just throw
me out my spectacles."
"Will you have the goodness to come in,
accept my apology, and make a correction
in that paragraph to which 1 referred just
now?'
with pleasure" said the sub-editor;
'lts all copy you know"
Just alter the name TO Lady Constance
Hammersley and drop out the consolation
business; that's ALL"
The sub-editor did it. I'm afraid you've
imposed upon me-" he said, benignantly.
regarding Lady Constance. Nothing but
your youth and-and your charm Of man
/ ner could DOSgibiV excuse Won