Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1897-08-10
SANCTUM TROUBLE.


now!" he muttered
moment or two later he stood before
the managing editor of the great daily.
"Sit down, Jaggers," said the editor
without looking up from his work. "I'n
see you in moment"
Mr.. Jaggers sat down and softly sighed.
He knew the symptoms. He was in for a
bad quarter of an hour
"Well, Jaggers," said the great man
presently, ''I've called you in to tell you
that things are all wrong in your depart
ment, and, by lingo, they've got to be
Strengthened out!"
"To what do you refer, sir?" inquired
Mr.. Jaggers.
"To-what-do-I-re echoed the
editor in tone Of excessive sarcasm.
"That's good. Look here, Jaggers. Day
before yesterday you ran cut in the pa
per which should have appeared on the
woman's page. 1t was officially described
as Pattern of shirt waist for girl of ~.
And what did you do? You ran it in the
paper upside down and called it Turkish
plan of operations on the Macedonian
pain?'"
that's what it looked like upside
down, sir,'' mumbled the unhappy Jag
gers.
"Here, wait a minute" said the editor.
He turned to a speaking tube and whis.
tied shrilly.
SIS that you, George? Say, George, how
much did the sale fall off on the 22di
WHAT'S that? Sold 1000 extrap Eli Three
hundred and eight new subscriberst
What's that? Everybody wants the war
map? That's all, George"
The editor dropped the tube and turned
to Mr.. Jaggers.
"You see," he cried, you're simply
making the paper ridiculous. And now,
just look at this !"
He opened another copy of the paper and
pointed to a certain column.
Glow in the name of the prophets, :" he
harshly cried, "did those headlines get SO
confoundedly mixed! What sort of a title
| do you call that for column account of a
Prohibition gathering"
Mr.. .Jaggers looked, and this is the glar.
| ing line that confronted him:
"Wet Grounds. -
'That," said tho editor, "evidently be,
| longs on the baseball page. And now just
| see what you've got there. "
Again he handed the paper to Mr.. Jag
gers, and that nervous employee read this.
"Drink Did 1t.
The editor crumpled the paper in his
| hand as he took it back.
''That's fine slur on our struggling
| ball club, isn't it? Every man jack who
reads that headline will take it for grant.
| ed that the club was drunk and couldn t
play What do you suppose the effect Of
such idiotic headlines is ON an intelligent
public? Listen to this. -
Again the editor seized the speaking
tube and whistled.
heard any comments on the headlines we
had in the paper yesterday? Eth, what's
that-73 letters? All praising the clever
work of the new headline man? Get out
| is that so?"
| Again the tube dropped. The great
editor was evidently taken little aback.
Then he rallied onoo more and again
bounced ON Mr.. Jaggers.
| "There," he said, "begin on that col
umn and read down. Then tell me what
| you think Of such a diabolical mix upi
Read it aloud"
This Is what Mr. Jaggers read:
| "The silent man at the head of the bril-.
liant cavalcade rode speedily forward. Be.
fore him rose the pine clad hills of the
Hutchacoochie and far below flashed the
crystal waters Of the laughing Ockmulgee.
Suddenly be stopped and shading his eyes
with his hands looked steadily across the
| valley.
I" Bring me my CLASP he said.
"The orderly quickly obeyed.
Raising the foaming beaker to her lips,
the fair young girl cried:
For God and Francep
"Then with movement full Of limo.
cent grace she half turned in her saddle
and cast the cup far over the cliff.
No other lips shall profane that
| toast she murmured. With lighter air
she gently added:
"'And now, messieurs, let us advance.
We halt here, cried tho silent man,
and he tossed his cigar on the ground.
"The staff quietly dismounted and stood
| back in respectful silence. With knitted
brow the general swept the horizon. Once
| he gestured and twice his lips moved
Then he nodded to himself. The plan Of
battle was complete.
"'Nay,' quoth the maid, I'VE will not
| fight except it be Gods will I like not
| these scenes of blood. AS for the plan OF
| battle, of that have no conception. When
| God directs me, l will fight, and he will
| show mo the way.
| "The little bodyguard gazed with rapt
| eyes upon the maiden where she stood in
the Thanksgiving sunset light.
Given as they gazed there came rude
interruption.
"sGive me a fresh cigar cried the gen
eral.
''And he lighted it from slow burning
| match with GOODNESS which belied the
fact that the fate of the nation was hang
| ing on his next move"
Mr.. Jaggers paused.
"This is awful he said.
lawful Is no name for it, cried the
editor. ''You sec what you have doneP'
eyes, groaned Mr.. Jaggers, II have
mixed up On the Skirmish Line With
| Grant with the Annals Of Joan of Arc. ="
"You bet you have,'' cried the editor.
"Why, a thing like that is enough to ruin
| the paper forever! How do you suppose
the public regards itf Listen to this. =
| Once more he snatched the tube:
'Say, George" he shouted, show did
the papers go this morning3 What's thatf
| Sold out three hours ago2 Presses on ex.
ira editionp Mob in the Officer What's
the trouble9 Eth! They are all clamoring
| for the new composite romance9 Good
| land!'
He dropped the tube and looked at Mr..
Jaggers. His lips moved convulsively. He
snatohed memorandum from pigeon
hole.
"By George he whispered, ~ believe
we are going to pass the high water mark
of year agol'
He looked up, his eyes bloodshot, his
hands tre,nhlinc UThat,s all ,Japcers y