Bisbee daily review., 1909-09-22

supreme. and the telegraph editor was in his glory. With the exception of space needed for paid matter" the whole paper was at his disposal should he want it. His stun had right of way over editorial and local. Therefore 1t was to be expected that the telegraph editor would look triumphant and im- portant, and the city editor would look glum and foreboding.
 Yet in his little den the telegraph editor of the Times sat disconsolate, and gently swore at the president, the presidents message, and at him, self for being where he was. The aft ernoon of today was the one above all others on which he wished to be oT early. The Girl was coming through on her route home from Chi cago. and he had prevailed oR her to stop in the city between trains. He had planned to go up the line a few stations and meet her. and in his last letter he had arranged details to this effect.
 By thus eseorting her he would gain half an hour or more in her company. and would have the bliss Of riding with her on the train.
 In order to carry out the scheme the telegraph editor would be obliged to take the two o'clock train, necessitat ing leaving the office an hour and a half before the last form was closed He had figured that Gerald, from the city room, who had some experience in telegraph work, could finish out the day until thirty" came in; and Gerald had consented to help in this manner.
 But here was the presidents mes stme fixed upon, unofncially, according ts' rumor from Washington.
 Yesterday Mcvey, managing editor. had said, on hearing of the change in date:
 I'm afraid we'll have to use you to morrow, Roberts. Gerald can't be trusted to handle this message. you know. Can't you make your trip on the next day just as well?'
 The next day-b hardly! The tele- graph editor was inclined to resent the idea. Tomorrow, with the Girl in it, and the next day, with her not in it--speaking relatively-were as unlike as sunshine and darkness. Bu. McVey couldn't understand, of course. and it would be of no avail to attempt to explain the situation to him. The telegraph editor was 23 and in love, and, considering that he had not seen her for year, and that she lived 300 mics from him, his progocation to vent his displeasure as he thought the occasion demanded was pardonable Clearly McVey was not to blame for the ruined hopes; the Girl was not to blame; himself was not to blame; it was the president of the United States who was to blame.
 The day of the message had now dawned, and the telegraph editor was fltfully conscious that really the after noon was not to be wholly devoid oI pleasure. He had tie secure anticipa. tion of meeting her at the station. anyway, though deprived of the ride on the train from up the road into the city.
 It was waxing along towards noon The telegraph copy had been cut and condensed, saving only enough to Gil up with and to furnish the heads re- quired for the typographical appear. ance.
 McVey evidently had forgotten en- t;rely that this was the day when the telegraph editor had intended taking 6 jaunt fraught with much of moment The youth was disposed to bristle at such laxness of memory and such dearth of sympathy, but he remem- bered that the managing editor was not aware of the circumstances of the case. He was brusque, and 10. and had no Girl
 As the telegraph editor sat at his desk and waited for the message he was tracing the movements of the Girl. He saw her at the station ip Chicago, saw her trip aboard the train, and saw the admiring glances of the persons round about her. At this min ute she must be half way to the june. ton where he had promised to meet her. She would be disappointed. She would receive bit of yellow paper here telling her how sorry he was, for he had sent dispatch to her to this point in part compensation for the break in their arrangements. He wondered if she loved him gad! how he loved herI If he hae gone up the road and had ridden down with her he would have revealed his passion, and would have settled his fate On the train, close beside her, would have been fine opportunity.
 That bungiing presidents message! It had cheated him out of perhaps heaven itself. He might never have another chance so good as. this had seemed.
 The telegraph instrument ticked sharply and stopped. The operator put his cigar in his mouth, and win enger on Lhe Gounder clicked back
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