The Bellefontaine Republican. [volume] (Bellefontaine, Logan County, Ohio) 1855-1905, 1904-04-29


and a number OF streamers suspended
from n hook in the ceiling encouraged
n supposition that the employees of the
Herald were contemplating the in-
tricate festivities of May day. 1t need
ed no ghost TO infer that these garni-
lures had not embellished the editorial
chamber during 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 eye fell upon them a faint look
of pain passed over his brow. But the
girl examined the room with Il dancing
eye. and there We're both tears and
laughter i'm her heart.
How beautifulr' she cried. How
beautiful She crossed the room and
gave her hand to Ross. 1T is Mr.
Schofield, isn't 1t? The ribbons are
delightful. / 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 a long up and down motion.
but he was set at better ease by her
apparent unconsciousness of the fact
that the decorations We're for her. oh.
1t amt much. l reckon" he replied.
and continued to look out of the win
dow and laugh.
She went to the desk and removed
her gloves and laid her rain cloak over
| a chair near by. lis this Mr.. Harkless'
chair:" she asked. and, Fisbee answer
ing that il was. she looked gravely at il
| for n moment. passed her hand gently
over the back of II and then. throwing
| the rain cloak over another chair. said
| cheerily:
do you know, think the first thing
| for us to do will be to dust everything
very carefullyT
| You remember, I was confident she
| would know precisely where to begin,
was Fisbee's earnest whisper in the
| willing ear of the long foreman. moi
an instant's indecision, was there?'
NO, siree," replied the other, and rs
he went down to the pressroom to hum
for a feather duster which he thought
| might be found there he collared Bud
Tipworthy, the devil, who, not admit
ted to the conclave OF his superiors
was whistling on the rainy stairway.
You hustle and find that dustbrusl
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. The paper Is saved, Buddie-
saved by an angel In light brown. Yol
can tell il by the look OF her.
"Geer said Bud
Mr.. Schofield had come, blushing. {,
Join them. Say, Gale, did you MOTTO
the color of her eyesF'
"Yes. They're gray"
'I thought so, too, show day and a
Hedge Halloway's lecture. But say
Gale. they're kind Of ehanGeable ,aIb sby Whsl {.
bee they We're jest as blue-nea
matched the color Of our ribbons"
"Geer' repeated MFR. Tipworthy.
When the editorial chamber had bee
made so neat that il almost glOwed
though ii could never be expected {
shine as did Fisbee and Caleb Parke
and Ross Schofield that morning. tn
lady took her seat at the desk an
looked over the few items the gentle
men had already compiled for her pc
rusal. Mr.. Parker explained many tecf
nicalities peculiar to the Carlow Hel
aid. translated some phrases of til
printing room and enabled her to gras
the amount of matter needed to fill a
issue.
When Parker finished the three II
competents sat watching the little fiji
ure with the expression OF hopeful an
trusting terriers. She knit her bro
for a second, but she did not betray a
instant's indecision.
81 think we should have regulG
. market reports" she announced ca
nestly 81 am sure Mr.. Harkless wou
approve. Don't you think he would
She turned to Parker.
Market reports,' Mr.. Fisbee e
, claimed. II should never have though
, of market reports. nor do l imagiI
, would either of 1y-my associates.
; woman TO conceive the idea of mark
, reports"
= The editor blushed. "Why, wi
: would. dear, IL not a woman or spe
/. ulator. and I'm not u speculator. al
ii
you didn't think OF them. So, NJ
4 Parker. as there Is so much pressul
Q and IL you don't mind continuing TO a
u as reporter as well as compositor un
;, after tomorrow. and IL ii isn't too wet
n you must have an umLrella-would
n be too much bother if you went aroul
TO all the shops-stores. l mean-to
r the grocers and the butchers and I
Y leather place we passed. the tanner
+ and II there's one OF those places wht
Ir they bring cattle would Ii be too mu
N to ask you to stop there-And at
s -four mill, If it isn't too far. and ut
It dry goods store-and you must take
le blank book and a sharpened pencil, a
lie will you price everything. please, a
jot down how much things areY'
st Orders received. the ippetuous p
d ker was departing on the instant VII
lie she stopped him with a little cry, 81
2. you haven't any. umbreliar And
t. forced her own. slender wand, W
n him. 1t bore a cunningly wroul
Of handle. and its fabric was of glist
lie ing silk. The foreman. unable TO
Is. cline IL, thanked her awkwardly, a
Dd as she turned to speak to Fisbee
o. bolted out OF the door and ran do
es the steps without unfolding the L
n brella. and then as he made for
re Martins emporium he buttOned ii
at curely under his long Prince Abs
As determined that not drop of wa
lg should touch and ruin so delicate
at thing. Thus he carried it, triumpha
ly dry, through the course of his
IA portings of that day
ss. When he had gone the editor laid
lie hand on Fisbees arm- Dear" she 5;
ad do YOU think you'd [take cold IL /,