The Kootenai herald. [volume] (Kootenai, Idaho) 1891-1904, 1904-04-08

S7AMEs TADDMAN, sub-editor of
oil the Dendene Gazette, was busily
" correcting proofs when the door
of his room was opened rather sudden
ly, and a gentleman of some siX-and-
twenty winters entered.
81 say Taddman-"
'Well?"
The sub-editor just grunted this out,
and didn't turn his head.
I'm in an awful fix. II don't
know what to do!'
whats up?" murmured Mr.. Tadd-
man, still keeping his eyes fixed on
his proofs.
"Ive got to interview Miss Fairfax
the great singer The governor left
word that l was to see her tonight
at eleven after the concert, and that
the interview was to go into tO-mor-
rows paper"
Better look sharp, then" growled
the sub-editOr; its 1915 now, and |
shall want all your copy by 1870 at
the latest"
"But-but-I can't do it, exclaimed
the newcomer, desperately.
"Why not?" replied the sub-editOr.
you've interviewed heaps of people
befOre-in fashion"
Mr. Taddman didn't think much Of
Charles Danvers, the one and only re-
porter the Dendene Gazette could boast
of. Danvers was far too amateurish
in his work, and hadn't the "cut" of
a newspaper man about him. Resides,
the governor had only engaged him
because he was willing to work for
low salary.
'Well, it's just like this, Taddman,"
explained Danvers, coming up and
standing at his superior officers ell
bow, Miss Fairfax is my wife!'
Taddman dropped his pen, and turn
ed round in one and the same moment
"Your wifew
eyes, my wife-I swear it. l don't
care to talk about it," the young mar
went on, hurriedly. "But I'll tell you
all now I've told you some. We were
married when we were only boy anC
girl. l was nineteen, she yea
younger Three months after our mar
riage we had a frightful quarrel
chiefly because 1 had deceived he
about money matters-and we parte'
by mutual consent. She was at on
of the musical academies. and l hat
just left Rugby. My father disOwne'
me for getting married without hi
consent, and So instead of going t
Oxford | had to earn a living hoy
and where l could. After trying var
Gus things l drifted into journalism
and that's why I'm here working a
1 know for twenty-five shillings
week. And she-I have followed he
career, although she has quite los
sight of me-she is famous, rich, cour
ed by the great written about an
talked about, while l, her HUSBAND
am only miserable hack of a r.
porter. And now l have to go an
interview her.
He sank into chair al
buried his face in his hands. +,
some moment Taddman gazed at hi
in blank amazement. This man Il
great FairfaX's lawful husband! Al
told off to interview her Taddma
was tongue-tied.
He looked at his watch. 1t WI
five minutes to eleven.
"Look here young 'un, you mu
CO." he at length said, touching Da
vers on the shoulder and speakil
more gently; it'll mean the sack
YOU don't You know what the go
ernOr is. You'd find it rather ha
to get another crib, you know. I'd
It for you myself, but | can't stir fro
here until the paper goes to bed.
put a good face on it, man, and {
Bless you'll she won't recognize yC
Her husband was smoOth-faced be
and you've got long mustache-aI
and Che had never noticed them
fore) quite a sprinkling of gray hal
Besides, you look a good deal old
than YOU really are. Here, rouse
and get alongl We must have
interview"
Danvers got up.
"Thanks, old chap" he said, g
no off. 1 didn't think of the alterati
IN nv looks. OF course she wo
know me-"