The morning Astorian. [volume] (Astoria, Oregon) 1899-1930, 1905-07-23


/ anld Ross schoncld iKat morning. Tic
lady took her seat at the desk and
looked over the few items the gentle.
men had already compiled for her.pe-
rusal. Mr.. Parker explained many tech.
nlcnlIties peculiar TO the Carlow Her
aid. translated some phrases Of the
printing room and enabled her TO grasp
the amount OF matter needed 10 iili an
issue.
When Parker finished the three IN.
competcnts sat watching the little fig
urc with the expression Of hopeful aud
trusting terriers. She knit her brow
for a second. but she did not betray an
Instant's indeclslon.
II think we should have regular
market reports" she announced ear.
nestly. II am sure Mr.. Iarkless would
approve. Don't you think he wouldr'
She turned to Parker.
Market reports" Mr.. Flsbce ex.
claimed. II should never have thought
OF market reports. nor do imagine
would either OF my-my associates. A
woman TO conceive the idea OF market
reportsw
The editor blnshed. "Why, who
would. dear. II not woman or a spec.
ulator. and I'm not speculator. and
neither are you. md that's the reason
you didn't think OF them. 10. Mfr,
Parker, as there IL NO much pressure.
and II you don't mind continuing TO act
~ reporter as well M comp0sltor until
after tomorrow, and II II isn't too wet
you must have an umbrella would II
be too much bother II you went around
10 oil the shops stores. mean--to all
tho grocers and the butchers and the
leather place we passed. the tnnnery
and II there's one Of those places where
they bring cattle. would II be too much
10 ask you 10 stop there--and at the
-four mill, n II Isn't too far. and OF the
dry goods storc-and you must take a
blank book and sharpened pencil, and
will you price everything. please. and
jot down how much things nre?'
Orders received. the impetuous Par
kcr was departing on the instant when
she stopped him with a little cry, "BHi
you haven't any umbrella" And she
forced her own. a slender wand. upon
him. IL bore cunningly wrought
! handle. and lts fabric was OF gllsten'
| Ing silk. The foreman. unable 10 de
cline II, thanked her awkwarily, and
~ SHE turned 10 speak TO Fisbce hs
boltcd out of the door and ran down
the steps without unfolding the um
brcila. and then as he made for Mr.
Martins emporium he butioned II se
curely under his long Prince Albert
determined that not drop OF waseI
should touch and ruin NO delicate 9
thing. Thus he carried II, triumphant
ly dry. through the course OF his re
portings OF that day,
When he had gone the editor laid hel
hand on Fisbce's arm. Dear" she said
do you think you'd take cold II 20,
went over 20 the hotel and made not
OF all the arrivals for the last week ant
the departures toof l noticed that Mr.
Aarkless always Oiled two or three
sticks, Isn't lif-wlth them and thing
about them. and somehow II read yer,
nicely. You must ask the landlord al
about them. and II there aren't any, W,
can take up the same amount OF spac
lameniing the dull tlmes. just as h
used to. You see. I've read the Heral'
faithfully. Isn't II a good thing al
ways subscribed for ltT' She pattc,
,, PIsbeeis rheek with her soft hand an'
, laughed gayly into his mild. vague oil
, eyes. IT won't be this scramble to al
up' much longer, | have plans, gentle
men. and before long we will prin
news: and We must buy plate matter
instead OF patent lnsldes: and had
talk with the Associated Press pcopl
In Ronen. but that's for afteewhIle
And ] went TO the hospital this morn
Ing before | left They wouldn't let m,
see him again. but they told me nj
about him, and he's better, and | go
Tom to go TO the jail. and he saw som,
or those beasts, and can do n column
or description besides an editorial about
them, and | will be fierce enough tt
suit Carlow, you may believe that. And
I've been talking TO Senator Burns
that Is, listening TO Senator Burns
which Is much stuDlder-and I think |
can do an article on national politics,
Fm not very well up on local Issues
yet, and r. She broke or suddenly.
There, think we can get out t0msr.
rows number without any trouble. Fly
the time you get back from the hDteA
father. I'll have half my-mS stuft
written-'written up mean. Take
your big umbrella and go. dear. and
please ask at the express Office if a
typewriter has come for me-"
She laughed again with sheer dnllght,
like child. and ran TO a corner and
got the cotton umbrella and plaeea II
In the old mans hand. AS he. reached
the door she called after him.. "wsit."
and went TO him and Rnelt before him
and, with the humblest, proudest grace
In the world, turned up, his trousers to
keep them from the mud Ross Seho-
field had never considered Mr. Fisbee q
particularly sacred sort Of person. but