The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1904-09-15

New Orleans; bombaFded his mental
vision, and left him fairly gasping.
To all this Remy had but one reply:
81 tell you Mr.. Calm, Stanley is right;
if he fell once, it was against odds you
or would hesitate to face. | know
part of the story-not all-but enough
to convince me that regardless of the
bar-sinister, he's the same old Tom
Stanley, and that he has lost caste and
honor in name only. At least let him
see you: let him talk with you"
Cali right" replied the editor; "but
Remy, l tell you beforehand, there's
no use. I cannot, and | will not let
him represent us on that tripp' and the
burly, choleric manager, raped out
the emphasis of the last sentence with
big ebony ruler.
Remy stepped quickly to the outer
office, and motioned the waiting STAN
ley to enter. "It's your only chance,
bluff hard, and above all talk hard"
be urged in tense whisper, as he slid
him through the closing door. Slip
ping into the chair just vacated, he
prepared to repel all invaders to the
inner sanctum, while his friend held
the field. Instantly the boom of Gal
Inns resonant bass, came incoherently
through the thin glass partition. 1t
rumbled and roared, and seemed to
mock every hope Remy had for his
old-time friend. "Why doesn't Tom say
something" he crooned nervously to
himself; and it seemed aeons of time
before Toms voice cut in, clear and
incisive. Then it was nothing but
crack! crack! boom-crack! as Remy
squirmed and wriggled like a geome-
trid, evinced all the emotion of the
Enon=combatant whose synpathies are
enlisted on the one side. The rumble
over the partition diminished percepti-
bly,; it was evident Tom was pouring
in the hot shot. Remy lifted high an
imaginary banner and cake-walked up
and down the office floor, as he pattered
the following medley of adjuration:
"That's right, Tommy, you've got him
E on the run-hand it to him in blocks
of five, with no holdout; and oh, Tom
, my Tommy! there's three men on
bases, your best girl up in the grand
, stand, and me on the bleachers-make
it three bagger now, Tommy, just a
, simple three bagger, and then,-then
, we'll all go home"
2 Tommy did better; he made it home
t run, md came out of old Gallin's Office a
s halt hour later, with the red showing in
( his cheeks, his gray eyes glowing from
| the heat of conflict, and in them the
/ light of victory.
y As the elevator bore him to the
l main floor, his thoughts gave voice to
but one regret-the egoism of his
strong individuality broke through the
f glamour of his mornings triumph and
u he exclaimed: "Oh, am never to lay
u up anything good to the name of Tom
b Stanley! Am 1 forever to play the
part of the mercenary, the ruffler OF
; Flanders, hiding under name of fic
!. tion's weaving, always fighting fol
, gold-gold, and never the mention OF
o honor, because tbs thought l know il
o not? Bah! had rather go down tha,
g river in the altogether, astride a log
O with a fly screen for paddle, as Ton
q Stanley, than be berthed in a floatins
= palace under any other name. For Gal
. lin had acquiesced in everything but one
n condition; it was so stipulated in tht
= bond that DISQUALIFICATION remain
:. incog., transact all business, and make
% the entire trip under an assumed name
% Moreover, at the end of his contract
. for the editor held out no hope Of
is further preferment- must disappear
! -"expunge yourself" as the managing
n editor unfeelingly put it.
t Next morning the Hummer came
d out with the first announcement of it,
n great advertising scheme. Briefly, il
,s was this: On certain named day. th'
u Hummer would send out three thou
h sand messages; the latter to be Tight!
20 enclosed in glass receptacles, now be
v ing expressly manufactured in th'
ID East for that purpose. The entire To-
70 to be launched on the day named, int
D. the mighty current of the Father O
Waters, there to commence their jour
s. ney to the sea. The message was t.