The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1907-03-10


sought out the Clarion Office and de-
manded an interview with its editor.
in-chief.
i guess that's me-" observed a fat.
shirt-sleeved man, who looked u. from
his task of tinkering with linotype
machines inner mysteries. I'm Mr..
Garrett. editor-in-chief, managing edi-
tor, city editor, too. My repertorial
staff's out to supper, this being pay
day and he being hungry. Were YOU
wanting to subscribe or? Take q
chair, anyhow" he broke off, sweeping
a pile of proofs Off e-legged
stool. Now. what can 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 CARROTS genial
ity for he froze-as much as a stout
and perspiring man can--into editorial
super-dignity. Aware that the atmos-
phere had CONCEALED. but without UNI
derstanding why, Give continued:
My agent called here, did he not?
And left an advertisement Of
Yes" snapped Garrett "he did 4
was out. He left 1t with my foreman
with the cash for It, mailed check
for the amount this morning to your
League headquarters at GRANTEE"
But why? The ADVERT
The ads in my waste basket. Now,
as this Is my busy night, maybe you'll
clear out and let"
Look here!" said Give, sternly, and
refusing to notice the opened door,
what does this mean?'
1T 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, II want reason"
You'll keep on wanting 1t, then. I'm
boss of this office, and"
THE real boss? I doubt it, If you
were. what reason would you have for
turning awap paid advertisements?
may do you an injustice, my friend,
but ! think you're acting under or
ders."
You're Off" shouted Garrett, red
dening. II run this paper as l choose.
And I don't take orders from any man.
Nor passes? Nor freight rebates
on paper rolls, and---'
"D'ye mean to insult me?" beloved
Gerrett, wallowing forward, threaten
iHS oS q idI pIuCh lIIuHQcTclOuu.
have you Know
II don't think" replied Give, calm
III. and receding not step, IT don't
think you could be insulted, Mr., Ger
rett. You are making rather n pitlable
exhibition of yourself. Why not own
up to 1t that you are acting under
orders OF the Machine whose tool You
are? The Machine which is so afraid
of the truth that 1t takes pains to
muzzle the press. The Machine that
is SO we'll aware of It's own rottenness,
It dare not let the people whom 1t is
defraudng hear the other side Of the
case Why not admit you are bought?"
Gerrett was suffering unintelliglble
wrath.
Get out of my Object" he roared at
last
Certainly" assented standish, 1--WE
learned all l wanted to, You serve
your masters will I hope they pay
you as adequately"
He turned to the door. Before he
reached 1t thin youth with ink
smears on his fingers swung in.
Hard luck!" exclaimed the new
conner. ''That standish meetings.
raised a lot of interest downtown,
Pity we can't run anything on It! it'd
make dandy first-page spread"
shut np!" beloved Gerrett, "You
young"