Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1904-04-01

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drove rapidly into town, and bright lit
tie drops sparkled ons the fair hair
above the new editors forehead and on
the long lashes above tie new editors
cheeks. She shook these transient
gems off lightly as she paused in the
doorway of the Office 1t the top Of the
rickety stairway.
Mr.. Schofeld had just added the last
touch to his decorations and managed
to slide into his coat a5sthe party came
no the stairs, and now, perspiring,
proud, embarrassed, he assumed an at
titude at once deprecatory of his en-
deayors and pointedly expectant Of
concentrations for tie results. He
was a modest youth And conscious.
After his first sight other as she stood
in the doorway-it wastseVeral days be-
fore he could lift his. distressed eyes
under the new editors glance or, in
deed, dare to availxhimself of more
than O hasty and ftttering stare at
her when her back was turnedl As
she entered the roomthe sidled along
the wall and laughed sheepishly at
nothing. y ,4sS.
Every chair in the room was orna'
mented with one Of bis blue rosettes,
tied carefully and firmly to the middle
slat 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 inkstands and on
the doorknobs. A blue, band passing
around the stovepipe lent it an antique
rakishness suggestive Of the charioteer,
and a number of streamers suspended
from hook in the ceiling encouraged
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, OH 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 hook
of pain passed over his brow. But the
girl examined the room with a dancing
| eye, and there wereSboth tears and
laughter in her heart
"How beautifulw she cried. "How
beautiful!' She crossed the room and
gave her hand to Ross. 1T Is Mr..
Schotield, isn't It? 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 long upland down motion,
but he was set at better ease by her
apparent Inconsistencies Of the fact
| that the decorations were for her. "Oh,
it 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
chair near by. '.fs this Mr.. Harkless'
chair?" she asked, and, Fisbee answer
ing that it was, she looked gravely at II
for Il moment. passed her hand gently
over the back of 1t 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 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 instant's indecision was thereT
mo, slree." replied the other, and as
he went down to the pressroom to hunt
for 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 dustbrush
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. You
can tell it by the look Of her."
"Gee!" said Bud.
Mr.. Schofeld had come. blushing, to
Join them. Say, Gale, did you notice
the color Of her eyes?"
Yes. They're gray"
II thought so. too, show day and at
Hedge Halloway's lecture. But say,
Gale, they're kind Of changeable. When
,ne come in upstairs with you and Fis.
BEE 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 ii almost glowed.
though it could never be expected to
shine as did Fisbee and Caleb Parker
and Ross Schofeld that morning. the
lady took her seat ut the desk and
looked over the few items the gentle
men had already compiled for her Pc
rusal Mr. Parker explained many tech
nicalties peculiar to the Carlow Her
aid. translated some phrases Of the
printing room and enabled her to grasp
the amount of matter needed to fill an
issue.
When Parker finished the three in
competents sat watching the little fig
ure with the expression of hopeful and
trusting terriers She knit her brow
for second but she did not betray an
instant'S indecision.
81 think we should have regular
market reports" she announced ear
nestly. 81 am sure Mr.. Harkless would
approve. Don't You think he would?'
She turned to Parker.