The Savannah morning news., 1903-03-22
Continued from last Mondays Weekly.
CHAPTER XIV.
A RESCUE.


The drizzle and mist blew in under
the top of the cut-under as they drove
rapidly into town, and bright little
drops sparkled on the fair hair above
the new EDITORS forehead and on the
long lashes above the new editors
cheeks.
She shook these transient gems off
lightly, as she paused in the doorway
of the Office at the top of the rickety
stairway. Mr.. Schofield had just add
ed the last touch to his decorations
and managed to slide into his coat as
the party came up the stairs. and now,
perspiring, proud, embarrassed. he as
stunned an attitude at once deprecatory
of his endeavors and pointedly ex-
pectant of commentator for the re-
suits. (He was a modest youth and
a conscious; after his first sight of
her, as she stood in the doorway, it
was several days before he could lift
his distressed eyes under her glance.
or, indeed, dare to avail himself of
more than hasty and fiuttering "tare
at her when her back was turned)
AS she entered the room, he sided
along the wall and laughed sheepishly
at nothing.
Every chair in the room was orna-
mentsd with one of his blue rosettes,
tied carefully land firmly to the mid
die Stat of each chair back. There had
been several yards of ribbon left over
and there was a hard knot of glossy
satin on each of the ink-stands and
~ ha door Ennhe. a hIna hand
ing around the stove pipe, impaired
an antique rakishness suggestive of
the chariOteer; and a number of
streamers, suspended from a hook in
the ceiling, encouraged supposition
that the employees of the Herald
contemplated the intricate festivities
of May Day. 1t needed no genius to
infer that these garnitures had not
embellshed the editorial chamber dur
ing Mr. Harkless activity, but, on the
contrary, had been put in place that
very morning. Mr.. Fisbee had not
known of the decorations, and, as his
glance fell upon them, a faint look
of pain passed over his brow; but the
girl examined the room with a dane
ing eye. and there were both tears
and laughter in her heart.
How beautiful" she cried. How
beautiful" She crossed the room and
gave her hand to Ross. at is Mr.
Schofield. isn't It? The ribbons are
delightful. 1 didn't know Mr.. Hark-
less room was so pretty"
Ross looked out of the window and
laughed as he took her hand (Which
he shook with long up and down
motion), but he was set at better ease
by her apparent unrecognition of the
fact that the decorations were for her
''Oh, 1t amt much, l reckon" he re-
piled, and continued to look out of the
window and laugh.
She went to the desk and removed
her gloves and laid her rain-cloak over
a chair near by. Us this Mr.. Hark-
less chair?" she asked. and, Fisbee
answering that it was, she looked
gravely at it for a moment, passed
her hand gently over the back of it,
and then, throwing the rain-cloak over
another chair. said cheerily:
do you know, l think the first thing
for us to do will be to dust everything
very carefully"
you remember was confident she
would know precisely where to Begin"
was Fisbee's earnest whisper in the
willing ear of the long foreman. mot
an instants indecision was there?"
mo, street" replied the other; and,
as he went down to the pressroom to
hunt for a feather-duster which he
thought might be found there, he col
Jared Bud Tipworthy. who, not adj
mitted to the conclave of his superiors.
was whistling on the rainy stairway.
'You hustle and find that dust brush
We used to have, Bud" said Parker.
And presently, as they rummaged in
the hooks and crannies about the ma
chinery, he melted to his small assist
ant 1.-THE paper is saved, Buddie-
saved by an angel in light brown. You
can tell it by the look of her"
"Gee!" said Bud.
Mr.. Schofield had come, blushing, to
Join them. sal. Gale. did you notice
the color of her eyes?"
Yes; they're gray"
81 thought so, too, show day, and
at Hedge Halloway's lecture; but say.
Gale, they're kind of changeable. When.
she come in upstairs with you and
Fisbee, they were Jest as blue!-near
matched the color of our ribbons"
'Gee! repeated Mr.. Tipworthy.
When the editorial chamber had
been made so neat that it almost
glowed-though il could never be ex-
pected to shine as did Fisbee and Ca
leb Parker and Ross Schofield that
morning-the editor took her seat at
the desk and looked over the few items
the gentlemen had already compiled
for her perusal. Mr.. Parker explain
ed many technicalities peculiar to the
Carlow Herald" translated some
phrases of the printing room, and en-
abled her to grasp the amount Of
matter needed to fill the morrow's is
sue.
When Parker finished, the three in