The daily morning journal and courier., 1899-03-14

know of anything he could give him to
 do, but advised him to wait and see
 Holden, knowing full well that Holden
 was bound to hunt up something or oth-
 CT. Bye and Bye Holden came along
 and Scotty proposed offering his ser-
 vices. Holden accepted.
 How much do you pay?" asked Scot ty.
 Thirty cents.''
 T want thirty-five."
 You won't get it''
 "Then, by Cad, sir, won't work"
 Don't" shouted the editor.
 Thereupon Scotty told him that he
 was willing to take thirty cents for set
 ting the type but he wanted five cents a
 thousand bonus to reimburse him for
 his brooches.
 GO to work then!" shouted Holden
 Scotty went to work.
 It was during Scotty's term of service
 that a situation in the composing room
 was as good as a seat in the theater.
 He was as bumptious as policeman, as blunt as hammer, as keen as an eagle, as witty as a Burns He never lost an opportunity to give the foreman pointers about the assembling of types nor to find fault with the editors rhe-
 toric. He could curse like a trooper, chew tobacco like a sailor and drink like a fish. But whatever his faults, he had heart as big as a pumpkin. He believed carrying his misfortune alone, but he could never in the world refuse to share a good thing with others. One day the devil discovered that pigeon | J,1,t a,,tr tp ha oIj
 tors sanctum was unlocked He came running into the composing room with this information; Say, fellows, Holden has gone to New York and has left his little closet open. There's nothing in it only bottle." In jiffy Scotty was on his way to the closet. I'm going to see what's in the bottle,' he said It did not take him long to find out. He returned presently with the bottle in one hand, while the other was rubbing his chest.
 What's in it, Scotty?" asked Mephis- to.
 What's in it? Why I never tasted such fine stuff in my lfe,'' answered the Scott. Get a glass or something and lets all sample the stuff"
 A glass was procured and he of the Scotch brogue poured out just enough for sample drink, telling each one as he handed him his portion that it was awfully strong stuff and little was all they had better take The devil, how ever, refused to touch 1t. Scotty coaxed and cozened and finally succeeded in getting him to take "a wee nip" This | accomplished he went to the center of l the composing room and called for tat tention!"
 Now gentlemen" said he, "you are all as guilty as I am. You can't inform on me unless you convict yourselves, and now, b thunder, gentlemen, I guess I'll finish it. Here goesn' And she went. Editor Holden was at his office next day, and about the middle of the fore noon the devil informed the chapel that Holden was trying to open his pigeon coop closet Not knowing it was un- locked, he was losing his temper be- cause the key wouldn't turn. Soon he pulled on the knob and the door opened, when to his utter surprise and amaze ment he saw an empty quart bottle. but the finest brandy Scotty ever tasted had disappeared.
 The editor brought out the next batch of copy to the composing room himself. Placing it on the hook, he turned around and must have noticed that the men were unusually industrious Anyhow every one was expecting an explosion, and they were all surprised and relieved when he shouted, You fellows are too fresh!" and walked to his den. When he commenced speaking I glanced over towards him, and despite his apparent ly stern visage, I thought I could dis cern a suppressed smile. It was good joke on him. and l would like to bet | that none appreciated the humor of 1t | more than he.
 While working on the Gazette I was corrected of one journalistic sin in a manner which l shall never forget. The | policemen of Yonkers were agitating for | a raise of pay. Holden opposed them with all the force and vigor for which | he was so well known. The bsst element | of the town were with him, though he received considerable opposition from the petty politicians. The agitation had reached an acrimonious stage when I conceived the idea of writing a letter to the editor of the Gazette. In the letter I ! sided absolutely with him, but wound it up by saying that the policemen would be defeated in their at tempt to squeeze more money from the public were it not for the source from which the opposition to them derived their inspiration. I signed the letter Observer" The next day at noon I looked over the matter which had been put in type in the morning, but saw no reference to my communication. In the afteroon MT. Holden came into the room, walked directly to me and handed me a piece of copy.
 This was very unusual thing for him to do, so unusual that it attracted the attention of others. Two or three of the men came over and requested to look at the copy. I consented. It read: "If the party who wrote to the Gazette and signed himself Observer will read the notice al the top of this column he will know why no attention was paid to his communication" The item appeared in the paper in the irst column on the editorial page, at the .op of which was a standing notice that no attention would be paid to anony- nous communications. Now, Holden had written the above editorial paragraph on a half of the en- yelOpe which enclosed the anOnvmous ]