The Savannah morning news. (Savannah, Ga.) 1900-current, 1902-01-12
MIsANrHRopY COMPOUNDED.
Being the story of Cub Reporter,
Bad Weather, and UnseIdshness.

Bad Weather, and UnseIhshness.
From the New York Evening Post.
The cub reporter was beginning to
lose faith in humanity. AS he had set
nothing afre with his brilliancy, the
greater part of his work was of the
thankless sort known as leg work, >
which he presumed eventually to de-
velop the brain, although it begins with
the calves. Day after day had found
him inportuning impa tient people, and
he was sick at heart. He had long
wondered how much of this sort of
thing it took to make a cub a real, full
furred reporter. He marvelled, also,
at the number of unpleasant people in
the world, and in his superior wisdom
he divided all humanity into two
classes, Doors and axe-grinders. And
then this appened-and, by the way,
II is true. and happened to a reporter
in this city.
One winters night found him on the
platform of a deserted railway station
without an idea how to get five miles
across country to an old woman who
had just inherited goodly share in the
estate OF Well-known banker She
had been his housekeeper and nurse,
and the will was TO be contested. His
assignment was to interview her.
Half mile down the track stood a
slgnal-tower, the sole visible SUCCESS
ton that the region was inhabited
Thither the reporter tramped, and after.
vain endeaVors to make himself heard
from below. stumbled up the steps and
IN upon the signalman with a blast
and a, swirl of snow.
Inc signal man was sorry lie had no
means of sending the reporter over to
the old Woman's, or even of telling him
how to get there. But if he would go
10 that house, the one just at the edge
OF those trees, there where those two
little lights were, he might be able to
hlre wagon or something, or be told
where to get one. The telegraph OPP
orator at the station? NJ, ne went
nome fully two hours ago. He lived
eight miles up the road, and would not
be back until o'clock next morning.
The cub was much obliged, and
started without further delay for the
TWO lights in the shadow of tee trees
a mile away. The first living thing he
met was dog, then another, and then
third. They came, with Ions whines,
bounding over the snow towards him,
from the porch of the house under
the trees, and the five mile distant cid
housekeeper might mover have seen
HIM at all if a man had not come out,
after an agonizing interval, and called
oft the grumbling animals. The re-
porter, standing very SILL, told who
he was, glad enough to be able to ex-
plain, and disclosed his reason for
seeking the house, giving the signal
man as a reference.
This was so emnently satisfactory
that the man on the porch called out:
Don't stand out there. Come in -
adding, just as if it were a summer
evening, III see if 1 can't get you
over there, but it's the longest-down
Jeff-the longest five miles you ever
saw-go way, dog, down, sir-don't
mind him, he won't bite, he's only
smelling you-it's nearer seven miles
Pretty bad night, isn't it? But you
fellows have to go round in all kinds
of weather, don't you?"
BY this time the cub was in the
house, and, before he could answer or
even shake the snow from his coat,
he was ushered into the bosom of the
family with this introduction, as the
door of the living was swung
open before him: Kate, here's a re-
porter who wants to go over to Hill
side. I'm going to see if can't drive
him over" With this the cubs saw
Jour retreated, leaving him tingling
with the warmth in the center of the
room. Mrs. Kate, a slender, smooth
haired woman, sitting by the fireplace,
was struggling with a sturdy four
year-old who declined peaceabie entry
into nightgown. There We're two
other red-cheeked children in the room
"a boy of twelve, who ran out in a
moment in response to far-away
summons from his father, and a lit
tie girl, who pored over a muslin book.
her head and book close under the I'M
shaded, binding lamp.
The cub bade the assemblage good
evening. The wife, at last victorious
in her struggles, smiled nodded to him,
and said in the cheeriest tone magma
BILE, "Good-evening; it isn't the best
night in the year for driving, is it?"
In wonder the cub looked at her. He
had come upon this household in the
night with a request to be driven
many miles through a snowstorm, and,
far from causing surprise, the request
had been received as something quite
ordinary. Even Jeff, now that he had
finished smelling, retired to a corner,
and sank with a bony thump to the
floor. The cub hardly knew what to
say. He tried to tell Mrs. Kate how
sorry he really was to have asked so
much, but she would have none of it.
"Oh, that's all right" she interposed,
eve don't mind the snow; we're used
to it,"
While he was thinking what next
to say, the good wife insisted that
he should have something to eat and