Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1904-03-31

I
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 IL
4 place that very morning. Mr.. Fisbee
had not known of the decorations, AND
/ as his eye fell upon them faint look
| of pain passed over his brow. But the
| girl examined the room with dancing
eye, and there were both tears and
| laughter in her heart.
"How beautifulv' she cried. How
/ beautiful She crossed the room and
gave her hand to Ross. "It is Mr.
Schofield, isn't it? The ribbons are
| delightful. l 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
i shook with a long up and down motion,
| but lie was set ut better ease by her
apparent Inconsistencies Of the fact
that the decorations were 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
chair near by. rs this Mr.. Harkiess'
chair?" she asked, and, Fisbee answer
ing that it was, she looked gravely at it
for moment, passed her hand gently
over the back Of it 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. Not
an instant's indecision. was there?"
mo, siree," 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.. Schoheld had come, blushing. to
join them. Say, Gale, did you notice
the color of her cyes:"
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
she come in upstairs with you and Fis-
bee they were jest as blue-ne
matched the color of our ribbons"
"Geev' repeated Mr.. Tipworthy.
When the editorial chamber had been
made so neat that it almost glowed,
though it could never be expected to
shine as did Fisbee and Caleb Parker
and Ross Schofield that morning, the
lady took her seat at the desk and
looked over the few items the gentle
men had already compiled for her Pc
rusal. Mr.. Parker explained many tech
nicalities 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 indecisicn.
IT think we should have regular
market reports she announced ear
nestly. II am sure Mr.. Harkless would
approve. Don't you think he wouldY
She turned to Parker.
Market reports!' Mr.. Fisbee ex-
claimed. Il should never have thought
of market reports, nor do imagine
would either Of my-my associates. A
woman to conceive the idea Of market
The editor blushed. why, who
would, dear, If not woman or spec
ulator, and I'm not Spectator, and
neither are you, and that's the reason
you didn't think Of them. So, Mr..
Parker, as there is so much pressure,
and If you don't mind continuing to act
as reporter as we'll as compositor until
after tomorrow, and If it isn't too wet
you must have an umbrella-would 1t
be too much bother If you went around
to all the shops-stores, l mean-to all
the grocers and the butchers and the
leather place we passed, the tannery,
and if there's one of those places where
they bring cattle, would 1t be too much |
to ask you to stop there-and at the
-four mill, If 1t isn't too far, and ut the |
dry goods store-and you must take a
blank book and sharpened pencil, and
will you price everything, please, and
lot down how much things are?
Orders received, the impetuous Par
ker was departing on the instant when
she stopped him with little cry, but
you haven't any umbrella" And she
forced her own, slender wand, upon
him. 1t bore cunningly wrought
handle, and it's fabric was of glisten-
ing silk The foreman, unable to de-
cline it, thanked her awkwardly, and
as she turned to speak to Eisbee he
bolted out of the door and ran down
The steps without unfolding the UNI
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