River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1905-03-30
to catch his train. So he hurried from
the room, much to the relief OF his
assembled offspring.

to catch his train. So he hurried from
the room, much to the relief OF his
assembled offspring.
The editor of the Lovers Magazine
was tramping a room like a Gagged lion
when the sub-editor came in.
81 say, BRADLEY, !" he exclaimed, fall
ing into the editorial chair, this lac
of decent copy is becoming abominable.
We shall have to tout Grub street for
lady writer's soon, and pretty come
down that'll be when we are supposed
to be the leading novelette, going"
Eyes, it's certainly a bad lookout, -
replied the under chief, sympathetical-
~. There's only one contributor we
can depend on, and that's Sweet and
Twenty. / don't know whether it's a
man or a woman. But it's splendid
copy, anyhow"
1T certainly isl admitted the chief.
mo chance of getting him or her to do
double work, SUPPOSE
Don't think so, because we must get
all her output now. However, during
JOul dUSCuIC I'll W1OtC dAAO
asked him or her to call to-day with
a view of getting more work. That
right?''
The editor dived under pile of proofs
and produced box of cigarettes, and
extended it to the sub just as shrill
whistle came at the speaking tube
"All right Who's there?" lie called
down the pipe. ''Hulloa, what's this?
Here is Sweet and Twenty
"A dollar it's girl" said the Sub,
seeming the chance of little futter
Even money it's man., replied the
chief, and he shouted to the boy below
to send Sweet and Twenty" up.
Now, then, you get back into your
room, Bradley. Remember all the staff
except the editor is supposed to con-
sist of women"
The subeditor disappeared into a
room at the back, but took the precau-
ton OF leaving the door ajar. Then. a
moment later, another door opened, and
youth in the full flush of budding man
hood came into the room.
But on the threshold he paused. his
hands dropped listlessly to his sides
and the hat he held slipped to the floor
At the same time the editor with an
exclamation jumped to his feet. over.
turning the editorial chair in his haste
Great heavens!" he gasped.
We'll, I'm hanged" breathed the
other Then, in an altered voice he
added: Mr.. Wagstaff, | never thought
l never guessed
Neither did l." stammered the CHIEF
as scoherently as hissexcitement would
let him.
Then you're the editor?" inquired
the contributor who had chosen the
disguise of Sweet and Twenty
lt-er-certainly seems So AND
you're Mr.. Grant. We met before under
, different circumstances. Did kick yot
out, forget? 0, no, l told you nov
elette writing wouldn't do for the hus
band of my daughter, but it pays, yes
it pays
Il was candid with you, Mr.. Wagstaff
and you did not return my candor. Blu
there is no reason to quarrel; it would
be better for us to come to terms.
can only gather that this is a hobby
OF yours. because, of course, your wealth
is proverbial."
Yes, it is, and it's a secret. and
trust you will permit it to remain So
Exactly. | guessed as much. Well
it's like this. You want more copy;
want your daughter. Exchange is nj
robbery, eh?"
But this is blackmail," burst out the
editor with pretense at anger, thousl
he knew he was in the others power.
"Of a genteel kind, yes. But if you
want to keep that skeleton in it's cup.
board you'd better cry quits, and that
pretty soon. | came on business. anC
business it's got to be-
For a few moments the editor gazec
carefully at the pattern on the carpet.
Very well, he said You may mar.
ry my daughter on the one condition
that you abandon this sort of work.
But where's my bread and butter t.
: come from it do?''
You've got head on you packed full
OF ideas Start a new paper. III fine
the money, one that you can brag thai
you're the editor Of Understand?'-
Pearson's Weekly.
Then the doctors patience gave wav