The Savannah morning news. (Savannah, Ga.) 1900-current, 1901-03-17

said the Cherub in Langton's ear. as the
artist was finishing his sketch of the girl.
"Oh, yes he will, Cherub," returned
Langton. ~"1f the city editor were home
| think he'd keep 1t out-he's that soft
hearted-but Blggs-nixie! II he's got any
| feelings you'd have to take a club to find
| EN-"
! A queer tingling sensation that shot
! through his little body and that seemed
| to curl his fingers In on his palms, set
| the boy a trembling.
TITS cruel--he shanH do Tits cruel!"
! he kept repeating over and over to him
self ell that Afternoon. Early he vanished
from his proper post, and took to pacing
up and down the corridor before the open
door of the city editors Office. TO give
Biggs his due he really had though for a
/ moment of killing the Pritchelty story,
but when he reread It and added what
he thought were a few telling touches, ha
wavered a little; and when Langton's
stunnig sketch of the girl was laid on the
desk before him his news instinct" rose
to the surface. He forgot the girls pitt
full distress. He could see nothing but
the front page of to-morrow's paper with
its exclusive and interesting story of
How Miss Pritcheley Got Her Trous-
eeau."
1t was half past FIVE when Biggs put
on his hat and coat, after having given
the night editor "A few last pointers about
the make up of the mornings paper.
Copy! Boyg" he called. Instantly the
Cherub appeaerd at his elbow. The slave
of Aladdin's lamp could not have
been more prompt.
"Ahi Take this story up to the COM
posing room and leave the drawing with
Mr. Baker. Tell him to rush 1t through
/ to-nightw said Mr.. Blggs.
Eyes, sir!'' replied the Cherub taking
the papers with eager, trembling fingers
The Cherub darted off out of sight OF
Biggs. Then he paused and looked about.
He was alone In the Sunday editors office
with the remains OF a CRATE fire In one
corner Of the old-fashioned room.
Taking the MSS in his two hands no
quickly tore the pages In half In a mo-
| ment he had the paper reduced TO In-
nnitesimal scarps and these were soon
burning and curling up on the red COATS.
The picture OF the girl he gazed at for
a space. Then rolling II up under his arm
he slipped on his cap ana ran out of the
building. The next morning about eleven
the Cherub crept quietly into the once
and made straight for the sporting edi-
tors room. He was very pale and his
| teeth were set hard.
Mr.. Barnesi" he bfurted out, / want
yesterday afternoon" and he incoher-
emily poured forth the story Of the Pritch-
eley- Blggs affair.
When he had done. Mr.. Barnes threw
away the butt OF his cigar. and blew his
nose very hard. "cherub.' ne said, Sc
verely "Do you know it's against the
law to wilfully destroy property that is
not your own?'
"Yes-yes, siri'' said the Cherub hum
bly,.
And do you know that the least they
can do is 40 dismiss you from this pa
PERI
Yes, sir" very huskily.
How do you think you can get another
Job after such a wicked deed2"
II dunnop dismaly.
Mr.. Barnes got up.
Consider yourself dismisaedw he said
very suddenly. Then suddenly no bounced
upon the boy ana actually Rugged him.
"Cherub. you're o little brick" he cried,
Come out and take lunch with me- and
wen talk abous getting you another Job
Now stop crying~what are you crying
about7" Tor poor chorub suddenly col
iapaed.
what might have been the fate Of the
chofub. had Il not been Tor q certain tel-