The Savannah morning news., 1903-03-15

Il guess that's all right, to use hill
twice; don't you reckon so?
land the orphan he stood there until
The wind and all gave him a chill;
And he sickened-'"
That day Ross read no more, for the
tall printer, seemingly incapable of CO.
therent speech. kicked the desk impo-
tently, threw his arms above his head,
and, his companions confidently look
Ling to see him foam at the mouth, lost
his balance and toppled over back
ward. his extensive legs waving wild
| ly in the air as he struck the floor. Mr..
| Schofeld fed.
Parker made no effort to rise. but
| lay glaring at the ceiling, breathing
| hard. He remained in that position
for a long time until finally the glaze
| wore away from his eyes and a more
! rational expression settled over his
| features. Mr.. Fisbee addressed him
timidly: you don't think we could
| reduce the size of the sheet?"
1T would kill him." answered his
PROSTATE companion. We've got to
fill her solid some way, though l give
up; 1 don't know how. How that man
has worked! 1t was genius. He just
fioated around the country and soaked
in items, and he wrote editorials shat
| people read. One things certain; we
can't do it. We're running his paper
for him, and when he gets able to
read, it'll hurt him bad. Mighty few
knew how much pride he had in it.
| Has it struck you that now would he
| a precious good time for it to occur
to Rod McCune to come out of his
| hole? Suppose we go by the board,
what's to stop him? What's to stop
| him, anyway? Who knows where the
/ hoe I
| and If we did know, would we know
the best way to use 'em? If we did,
what's to keep the Herald alive I'M
| til McCune lifts his head? And if we
! don't stop him, the Carlow County
Herald is finished. Something's got
to be done"
No one realized this more poignant
ly than Mr.. Fisbee, but no
one was less capable of doing
something. of his own initiation.
! And although the Tuesday is
sue Was forthcoming, embarrassing
! ly pale in spots-most spots-Mr Mar
| tin remarked rather publicly that the
, Items were not what you might call
stirring, and that the. unpatented
pages put him in mind of Jones field
/ in winter with a dozen chunks of coal
| dropped in the snow. And his obser-
vations on the later issues of the week
! tissues which were put forth with
] suggestion of spasm, and possibly to
the permanent injury of Mr. Parker's
health, he looked so thin were too
cruelty unkind to be repeated here. In
deed, Mr.. Fisbee, Parker, the luckless
Mr.. Schofield, and the young Tip
worthy may be not untruthfully lik-
ened to band of devoted mariners
lost in the cold and glaring regions of
a journalistic Greenland; limtless
| plains of empty white paper extend
| ing about them as far as the eye could
reach, while life depended upon their
making these terrible Voids produc-
tive; and they shrank appalled, from
the task, knowing no means to fer
tilize the barrens; having no talent to
bring the still SHOWS into harvest, and
already feeling-in the chill of Mr.
Martins remarks-a touch of the frost
that might wither them.
1t was Fisbee who caught the first
glimpse of a relief expedition clipping
the rough seas on it's lively way to
rescue them, and, although his first
glimpse of the jaunty pennant of the
relieving vessel was over the shoulder
of an iceberg, nothing was surer than
that the craft was flying to them with
all good and joyous speed. The ice
berg Just mentioned assumed-by no
melting process, one may be sure-the
form of a long letter, first postmark-
~ e'AiNA ANo lotbCA ooOoldilNG
was as follows:
Henry and I have always believed
you as selfish, James Fisbee as you
are self-engrossed and incapable She
has told us of your 'renunciation;' of
your 'forbiddng' her to remain with
you; how you commanded after you
mad begged her, to return to u.s. and
how her conscience told her she should
stay and share your life in spite of
long Of her ht1t M cha
yielded to your wishes and our en-
treaty. What have you ever done for
her and what have you to offer her?
She is our daughter and needless 10.
say we shall still take care of her.
Tor no one believes you capable of it,
even in that miserable place and, of
course, in time she will return to her
better wisdom her home, and her duty
need scarcely say we have given up
the happy months we had planned to
spend in Dresden. Henry and / can
only stay at home to pray that her
preposterous mania will wear itself
out in short order, as she will find her
self untitled for the ridiculous task
which she insists upon attempting
against the earnest wishes of us who
have been more than father and moth
er to her. OF course, she has talked
volumes of her affection for us, and
of her gratitude, which we do rot
.Want-We only want her to stay with
us. Please, please try to make her
come back to us-we cannot bear it
long. If you are a man you will send
her to us soon. Her excuse for not
returning on the day we wired our in
tention to go abroad at once (and L
may as well tell you now that our m
tention to go was formed in order to
bring, affairs to crisis and to draw
her away from your influence-we al
ways dreaded her visit to You and
held it off for years)-her excuse was
that your best friend and, as I under
stand it, your patron, had been in
jured in some brawl in that Christian
county of yours-a charming place to
take a girl like her-and she would
not leave you in your distress until
more was known of the mans injuries.
And now she insists-and you will
know it from her by the next mail
on returning to Plattville, forsooth te-
cause she has been reading your news
paper, and she says she knows YOU
are in difficulties over it, and it is her
moral obligation-as by some wild rea-
soning of her own she considers her
self responsible for your ruffling na-
irons having been alone when he was
shot-to go down and help. 1 suppose