The watchman and southron. [volume] (Sumter, S.C.) 1881-1930, 1905-11-08
With the halneblcst, proudest grace IN the
aDOrld.

them CHEEKY greeting. Each placed
several scribbled sheets before her, and
she, having first assured herself that
Fisbee had bought his overshoes. and
having expressed fear that Mr.. Par
ker had found her umbrella too small.
as he looked damp (and indeed be was
damp, cried praises on their notes and
offered the reporters great applause.
cit is all so splendidw she cried.
'How could you do it so quickly? And
in the rain too! 1t is just what we
need. I've done most of the things l
mentioned. / think, and made a draft
of some plans for hereafter. Doesn't
it seem to you that it would be good
notion to have woman's page-'For
Feminine Readers or of Interest to
Women'-cnce 4 week?'
"a woman's page" exclaimed Fis-
bee. Il could never have thought of
that. Could you. Mr.. Parker"
Before that day was over system had
been introduced, and the Herald was
running on it. and all that warm rainy
afternoon the editor and Fisbee work
ed in the editorial rooms. Parker and
Bud and Mr. Schofield (after his return
with the items and courteous mes
sage from Iphraim Watts) bent over
tie forms downstairs and Uncle Memo
phon was cleaning the storeroom and
scrubbing the floor An exit iaordinarE
number of errands took th> various
members of the printing force up to
see the editor in Chief. literally to see
the editor in chief. 1t was hard to be-
lieye that the presence had not flown.
hard to keep believing without the re-
reated testimony of sight that the din
sy room upstairs was actually the set
ting for their jewel and a jewel they
syore she was. The printers came
down chuckling and gurgling after
each interview. 1t was partly the
thought that she belonged to the Her
aid, their paper Once Ross, chuckling.
looked up and caught the foreman gig
Cling to himself.
What in the name of common sense
you laughin' at. Cale?" he asked.
What are you laughing at?" re-
Joined the other.
Il dunno!'
The day wore on, wet and dreary out
side, but all within the Herald's bosom
was snug and busy and murmurous
with the healthy thrum Of life and
prosperity renewed. Toward 6 o'clock.
system accomplished, the new guiding
spirit was celebrating on a policy. as
Harkless would conceive policy were
he there. when Minnie Briscoe ran joy
cusly up the stairs, plunged into the
room waterproofed and radiant and
caught her friend in her eager arms
and put an end to policy for that day.
But policy and labor did not end at
twilight every day. There were even
ings. as in the time of Harkless. when
lamps shone from the upper windows
Of the Herald building; for the little
editor worked hard. and sometimes she
worked late: she always worked early.
She made some mistakes at first and
one or two blunders which she took
much more seriously than any one else
did. But she found a remedy for al
such results of her ineNperienCe. and
she developed experience. She set Il;
! her task With the energy of her youth
| fulness and no limit to her ambition.
and she felt that HarklesS had pre-
pared the way for wide expansion OF
the papers interests. wider then he
| knew. She brought Il fresh point OF
view to operate in 4 situation where he
had fallen perhaps too much in the rut.
and she watched every chance with
keen eye and looked ahead Of her with
clear foresight What she waited and
vearned for and dreaded was the time
when 4 copy OF the new Herald should
! be placed in the tremblin. hands OF the
man who lay in the Rouen hospital.
! Then she felt If he. unaware of her
| identity as he was and rs he was to be
kept. should place everything in her
| hands unreservedly, that would be q