The Minneapolis journal., 1902-08-19
Chapter XIV.-Continued.


When he had gone, the editor laid her hand
on Ffsbee's arm. Dear" she said, do You
think you would take cold If, you went over
to the hotel and made note OF all the ar.
rivals for the last week-and the departures,
too? l noticed that Mr.. Harkless always
filled two or three-sticks isn't it?-with
them and things about them, and somehow
it read very nicely. You must ask the
landlord all about them; and, if there aren't
any, we can take up the same amount of
space ~lamentng the dull times, just as he
used to. You see I've read the Herald faith
fully; isn't it a good thing i always sub
scribed for it?' She patted Fisbee's cheek,
and laughed gaily into his mild, vague old
eyes.
1T won't be this scramble to fill up much
longer l have plans, gentlemen she cried,
"and before long We will print news. And
must buy plate matter instead of pat
ent insideS': and / had talk with the AS
sociated Press people in Rouen-but that's for
afterwhile. And l went to the hospital this
morning before l left They wouldn't let me
see him again. but they told me all about
him. and he's better; and 1 got Tom to go to
the jail-he was mystfed, he doesn't know
what l wanted it for-and he saw some Of
| those beasts, and l can do column of de-
! scrption besides an editorial about them, and
| I will be fierce enough to suit Carlow, you
! may believe that. And I've been talking to
senator buTnS-tnat is, listening 10 senator
| Burns, which is much stupder-and think
| can do an article on national politics. I'm
| not very we'll up on local issues yet, but
| u She broke off suddenly. There! I
think we can get out to-morrow's number
| without any trouble. BY the time you get
| back from the hotel father, I'll have half my
stuff written-'w written up, I mean. Take
your big umbrella and go, dear, and please
ask at the express Office If my typewriter has
| come -
| She laughed again with sheer delight, like
| child, and ran to corner and got the cot
ton umbrella and placed it in the old mans
| hand. AS he reached the door she called
after him: "Wait!' and went to him and
knelt before him, and, with the humblest
! proudest grace in the world, turned up his
| trousers to keep them from the mud. Ross
| Schofield had never considered Mr.. Fsbee a
particularly sacred sort Of person, but he did
| from that moment. The old man made some
timid protest at his daughters action, but she
answered: The great ladies used to buckle
the Chevaler .Bayards spurs for him. anG
you're a great deal nicer that the chev-
| You haven't any rubbers! 1 don't believe
any Of you have any rubbers!" And not unit
both Fisbee and Mr. Schof1eld had promised
| to purchase overshoes at once, and in the
| meantime not to step in any puddles, woult
she let her father depart upon his errand
He crossed the square with the strangest
jauntest step ever seen in Plattville. Solo
mon Tibbs had warm argument with Mis-
Selma as to his Identity Miss Selma main
tanning that the figure under the big um
brella-only the legs and coat tails were Wis
ible to them-was that Of a stranger, prob
ably an Englshman.
In the Herald Office the editor turned
smiling to the papers remaining vassal. "Mr
Schofeld, I heard some talk in Rouen of al