The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1905-09-14
Copy, please, Miss Dorsey"

L loll l. d1S .H.
You nave but ten minutes more.
Please hurry. This must catch the
next edition.
Then the spirit Of perversity which
had seized her ideas seized Miss Dor
sey. In a flash she had flung down her
pencil and let fly the im%petuous words
that leaped to her lips.
* can't do it In that time, Mr.. Mer-
win-it's no use!"
You mean that you refuse?"
Il mean that / can't do It,"
Very well. I'll write 1t myself. l
could ave completed it in the time we
have taken to argue the matter"
The incident flung Its baleful infu-
enc over the entire day. Matters Gull
minated late that afternoon in a sar-
castle verbal encounter wherein the
city editor delivered himself freely Of
his opinions and Miss Dorsey cloaked
her wounded feelings under a h%aughtily
Indifferent exterior.
The girl was glad when she could
hurry home to Margaret, her roommate,
and pour out her woes to a sympathetic
ear.
City editors" she declared, "are
brutes!"
She gave the assertion a triple pune
%tuation by hurting her hat on the
table, her Jacket on the shirtwaist box
in the corner and her umbrella across
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she and Margaret kept delicatessen
dainties for cozy evening repasts.
Dear, dear!" murmured the evN~-
sympathetic Margaret. Not being &C
quainted with the species, she could
scarcely commit herself until 1urther
enlightened.
"Brutes!" reiterated Blanche Dorsey.
throwing herself recklessly upon the
divan and thereby imperiling The yell
low fluffnesS Of Margarets latest sofa
cushion.
Margaret kept a worried eye on her
treasure the while she moved about
picking up the discarded wraps. She
was accustomed to Blanche's ways, but
checrfully overlooked deficiencies, ar
guing in her kindly hear that news
paper women are not supposed to
possess the housewifely instinct.
Tell me all about II. dear" she said
soothingly. And Blanche told her.
Margaret waxed duly indignant as
she listened and Joined the narrator in
verbally b~elaboring the city editor.
Naturally h looked for a continued
report Of his behavior when Blanche
returned home on the following day,
n was not a little astonished to be
met with evasive replies.
The nex day it was the same, and
when Margaret expressed astonishment
Blanche only said: I'm too disguised
an NNAAJ "NNi ~ ~ q "NS AZ =
more abou it."
An unexpected assignment kept her
late the next afternoon.
You look awfully tired, dear. It's a
shame the way that monster of a city
! editor makes you work" cried the
motherly Margaret.
Hes not a monster" came
Blanchc's quick retort. 1T wasn't his
fault at all"
Margaret gasped.
why. [ thought you said-"
u know it, but Blanche paused
blusl:ing in the most unaccountable
way. He really wasn't TO blame, you
know. l was. Yes, really, Pm con-
WINGED Of it. 1 don't wonder he lost
patience with me. City editors have sc
much to n and distress them. The
position is a dreadfully trying one.
can see that. And as for Mr.. Merwin-
he's just the kindest, dearest, mos,
| considerate- The sentence losi
itself in an inarticulate murn1ar.
Margaret merely said "Oht" very
thoughtfully.
Blanche was LATE again the next aft
o 1t was quite dusk when she
returned.
Margaret, gazing from the window
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