Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-03-10

drop in on the editor of the Clarion on my
way to the station and ask him why the
advertisement was overlooked"
Accordingly, half hour later, en- route
for the midnight train. Standish sought out
the Clarion Office and demanded an inter-
view with its editor-in-chief.
Il guess that's me- observed a fat,
shirt-sleeved man, who looked up from his
task of tinkering with linotype machine
inner mysteries. I'm Mr.. Garrett. editor
in-chief, managing editor. city editor, too.
being pay day and he being hungry. Were
you wanting to subscribe or? Take a
chair. anyhow" he broke off. sweeping a
pile of proofs. off a three-legged stool.
Now, what can I do for your"
my name Is Standish." began Give,
'and called to find out why
"Oh.'
The staccato monosyllable served as
clearing house for all Gerrett's geniality,
for he froze-as much as a stout and per-
spring man canAnto editorial super-dig-
nifty. Aware that the atmosphere had con-
| gealed, but without understanding why,
Give continued:
MY agent called here, did he not? And
left an advertisement Of
Yes snapped Gerrett, che did I was
out. He left 1t with my foreman with the
cash for it. mailed a check for the amount
this morning to your league headquarters
at Granite"
But why? The adver-"
The ads in my wastebasket. Now. as
out and let"
Look here" said Give, sternly, and re-
fusing to notice the opened door, what
does this mean?"
'It means we don't want your ads. nor
your money"
Were you too crowded for space and
had to leave the advertisement out?"
mo, we weren't. We don't want any
dealings with you or the alleged league
you're running. That's all. Amt that
plain enough?"
NO" answered Give, trying to keep
cool, Il want a reason"
you'll keep on wanting it, then. I'm
boss of this office and"
1.-THE real boss7 1 doubt it. II you were,
what reason would you have for turning
away paid advertisements? I may do you
acting under orders"
You're Off" shouted Gerrett, reddening
II run this paper as choose. And don't
take orders from any man. l.
per rolls, and"
Dye mean to insult me?' beloved Ger
rett, wallowing forward, threatening as a
fat black thundercloud- I'll have you
- don't think" replied Give calmly. and
receding not STEP Il don't think you
making rather pitiable exhibition Of your
self. Why not own up to it that you are
acting under orders Of the Machine whose
tool you are? The Machine which is SO
AFRAID OF the truth II taxes pains TO
muzzIe the press. The Machine that is so
well aware of its own rottenness, 1t dare
not let the people whom 1t Is defrauding
hear the other side Of the case. Why not
admit you are bought?' s~4.t---
Gerrett was suffering : unintelligible
wrath: Get out OF my ofiice" he roared
.sCertainly," assented standish, 1--WE
masters well. hope they pay you as ade-
He turned to the door. Before he reached
1t thin youth with ink-smears on his fin
lizard Iuokr' exclaimed the newcomer
THAT Standish meetings raised q lot Of in
terest downtown: Pity we can't run any
"shut up!' beloved Gerrett You
Don't scold him." counseleA standish,
walking out HE didn't make any break
We're all three In the secret"
The next few days witnessed practical
repetitions Of the foregoing experienced. In
ony line "
speeches, but would not accept his adver-
tisements Nor. In most places, could he
find job office willing to print handbills
been able to engage hall; but as no ade-
Quate preliminary notice Of the meeting had
been published, audiences were, pitiably
slim. In one or two towns. where the pa
was discovered that every hall, lodgeroom
or other available meeting-place had been
engaged In advance by some mysterious
competitor. Give, at such settlements. was
forced to speak In open air. Even then the
police at one town dispersed the gathering
under excuse OF fearing riot: at two 9TH
ers the mayor refused a license to hold an
outdoor meeting. and at fourth gang
Of toughs, at long range, peited the at-
dience with stones and elderly eggs, the
police refusing to interfere.