Casco Bay breeze. [volume] (South Harpswell, Me.) 1901-1917, 1905-08-24

deeds TO his credit, which must be
ground out of him.
He boarded car and tried to lose
himself in newspaper, but was that
Jones, sitting opposite him? The
more he looked, the surer he became.
when suddenly the figure disappeared.
Henry Wright let his newspaper fall
in dispair. What could this mean?
He realized that he must continue and
make the BLUM at getting the inter
view, but 1t was a very half-hearted
and doubtful reporter that rang the
bell of the Jones' mansion.
stephen Jones was ill-very i'll; he
could see no one-yes, he might die.
Henry Wright fled. He saw it all.
The man was lingering between life
and death. and his ghost had been
haunting him. fe Gods! why had he
chosen him?
Directly after making his report at
the office. he was much concerted on
receiving call on the phone to come
down TO the office of Stephen Jones:
he was ready Ior the interview.
He went with fear and trembling.
He was ushered into the private
office as IL he had long been expect
ed. His fears began to leave him;
perhaps after all the whole thing was
only delusion, and now he was TO
get his long awaited interview.
with no little dash he advanced TO
Jones secretary.
Mr.. Jones has just sent for me.
am"
"Ah. yes" said the secretary. You
Will find him at his desk" and he
arose and placed chair for Wright.
Mr. Jones' he said. this is the
man from The Times" and he re.
tired.
Henry Wright stared blankly before
MIN: all that he could see was a va
cant chair. He began TO feel the beads
OF sweat again. He griped his chair
tightly and tried to recover himself.
Mr.. Wright" said the secretary.
coming up. You seem to ignore what
Mr.. Jones is saving to you. need
not warn You that his time is pre-
cious."
The young reporter turned pale. as
he tried to make Jones appear out of
seeming nothingness.
Young man." continued the secre-
tary, MIR. Jones has already addressed
YOU several times-he has Just spoken
again; / fear you do not want your in
terview."
Wright gave him a despairing
glance.
Mr.. Jones has decided to go. IL Won
do not care to see him-Good day,
Mr.. Jones, will see you after lunch.
eon-i am very sorry" said the Sec
rotary. rubbing his hands.
Henry Wright leaped from his chair
in distraction.
Why. what is the matter? Has an
III turn bound your tongue?"
..Nn
young man, as he rushed from the
office.
He did not hear the laughing that
IolIowed MS exit. as Stephen Jones
came forth from behind a screen.
He'll never come to interview
Jones again., said the copper mag.
na.e. NOW Ill tell you. l met his
rather at the club the other day-
.oid MIN MS boy was logging my foot
steps like a hound. He wants the lad
with him: says he isn't fit for news.
paper work. He's done nothing but
talk Of interviewing me. Why. the
nrst time he came he thought opened
the door for him. I've got on his
mind, guess, so that he must have
seen me. everywhere. His father said
ne would go to the window and think
ne saw me passing, so I Just PLAYED
this little joke. It'll help the old man
bit-break. the shaver's desire for
newspaper work. II he hasn't the grit
TO stand IL and-well you know.
Chauncey i have Just little aversion
TO being interviewed
In the meantime a pale and breath.
less young man stood before his IA
Their in the Office Of large dry goods
house.
Dad he said. give me the desk.
I'm ready TO reckon cost and gain"