The Savannah morning news., 1903-03-22

about her fair hair was like a light in
the room. To the minds of her two
! companions, this lustre was a gentle
but unbearable accusation; and each
| dreaded the moment when her work
| should be finished with a great dread.
/ There was small "store-room" adj
joining the office, and presently Mr.
! Parker. sweating at the brow walked
! in there. The old man gave him a
look of despairiig reproach, but in a
moment the foreman's voice was
heard: "Oh, Mr.. Fisbee. can you
| step here a second?"
Yes, indeed" was Fisbee's reply;
: and he fed guiltily into the store
| ROOM" and Parker closed the door.
| They stood knee-deep in the clutter
and lumber, facing each other abjectly.
We'll, We're both done, anyway, Mr..
Fisbee." remarked the foreman.
Individually, Mr.. Parker" the old
| man answered; 'it Is too true"
Never to think a blame thing about
dinner for her!" Parker continued,
| remorsefully. And her lady that
can turn off copy like a rotary snow
see the sheets she's piled up on that
| desk?"
There is no cafe-nothing-in Platt-
! vile, that could prepare food worthy
| of her" groaned Fisbee. Nothing"
and we never thought of it, Never
made single arrangement. Never
struck us she didn't live on keeping Us
dry and being good, guess"
How can l go in there and tell her
| that?"
Lord"
"She cannot go 10 the hotel"
WELL / guess not! 1t amt fit for
her. Lun's table is hard enough on
| strong man. Lands doesn't know a
! good cake from a Fiji missionary pud-
| ding. i don't expect pie is much her
| style, and, besides, the Palace Hotel
| pies-welli-the boss was a mighty UNI
/ complaining man, but 1 used to notice
! his articles on field drainage got kind
| of sour and low-spirited when they d
been having more than the regular
allowance of pie for dinner. She can't
go there, anyway; it's no use; it's after
2 o'clock, and the dining room shuts off
at l. L wonder what kind of cake
! she likes best
Il don't know" said the perplexed
Fisbee. IF we ask her"
| IF we could sort of get it out of
her automatically, we could telegraph
to Rouen for a good one"
| "Ha!" said the other, Frightening
| up. You try it, Mr.. Parker l fear
1 have not much skill in diplomacy,
| but if you"
The compositors mouth dropped at
the corners, and he interrupted gloom
lily: But it wouldn't get here till to-
morrow"
They fell into a respondent reverie,
with their chins in their bosoms. There
came a cheerful voice from the next
room, but to them it brought no cheer;
| in their ears It sounded weak from
the need of food and faint with piteous
reproach.
Father. aren't you coming to have
luncheon with me?"
Mr.. Parker, what are we to do?"
whispered the old man, hoarsely.
rs it too far to take her to Bris-
| coes'?"
In the rain?"
Take her with you to Tibbs'."
Their noon meal is long since over;
! and their larder is not-isnot-exten-
sive.''
"Father!" called the girl. She was
stirring; they could hear her moving
about the room.
You've got to go In and tell her.
said the foreman, desperately, and to-
gether they stumbled into the room. A
small table at one end of it was laid
with a snowy cloth and there was a
| fragrance of tea, and, amidst various
dainties, one caught glimpse of cold
chicken and lettuce leaves. Fisbee
stopped, dumbfounded, but the fore
man, after stammeringly declining an
invitation to partake, alleging that his
own meal awaited, sped down to the
printing room, and seized upon Bud
Tipworthy with a heavy hand.
Where did all that come from, ul
there?"
Leave go me! What all that?"
"All that tea and chicken and salad
and wafers-all kinds of things; sar.
dimes, for all 1 know!"
"They come in Briscoes' blackboard
while you was gone. Briscoes sent EN-
in a basket I took 'em up and she
set the basket under the table. You6
seen it if you'd "a looked. Quit that"
And 1t was unjust to cuff the perfect
ly innocent and mystified Bud, and
worse not to tell him what the pun.
ishment was for.
Before the day was over, system
had been introduced, and the Her.
aid" was running on it; and all that
warm, rainy afternoon, the editor and
Fisbee worked in the editorial rooms
Parker and Bud and Mr.. Schofield
(after his return with the items and
a courteous message from Ephriam
Watts) bent over the forms down
stairs, and Uncle Xenophon was clean.
ing the store-room and scrubbing the
floor.
An extraordinary number of errands
took the various members of the print
ing force up to see the editor-in chief
literally to see the editor in-chief; IL
was hard to believe that the presence
had not fiown-hard to keep believing
without the repeated testimony OF
sight. that the dingy room upstairs
was actually the setting for Their
Jewel; and a jewel they swore she
was. The printers came down chuck
ling and gurgling after each inter
view; IL was partly the thought that
she belonged to the Herald" theiI
paper. Once Ross, as he cut dowr
one Of the temporarily distended ad.
yertisements. looked up and caught
the foreman giggling to himself.
What In the name of common
sense you laughin' at. Caller" he
| asked.
What are you laughing ate" re.
Joined the other.
II dunnoi"
The day wore on, wet and dreary
outside, but all within the "Herald's'
bosom was snug and busy and fnuF-
INJURIOUS with the healthy thrum ~ life
and prosperity renewed, Toward
| o'clock. system accomplished the new