The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1910-11-26

the fires, and to her overwrougat soul
1t seemed that no further hum liation
could be brought upon her.
| Maybe" she said at last, forcing
herself to speak with trembling lips
and sinking heart, he won't care
| after"
Don't be fool, sis!" said her
brother roughly, yet not unkindly HE
cares more for you now than any
thing on earth except his election,
and don't know but that he would
even let that slide"
He wouldn't was the answer.
| "That day at Louise Stewards. father
offered me to him If he would not
publish that matter about the Trac-
| ton company, and"
And he refusedr
EYES,"
Great God! I didn't think the old
man could sink so low
That isn't all either" she went on
dreamily; for repeated the offer"
What" cried her brother.
eyes. I asked him If said would
marry him, whether he would stop
the publication"
And he refused you@'
HE did"
God! that's . man II ever there
was one!"
YES" was the answer, land that is
why l am taking this step now. II
he had accepted me, should have
| despised him. He would have sunk"
! She said bitterly, "to our family level"
Never you mind about our level,
Sis" said the mrs1 gently. There
are few people on earth that are as
high as your level; and II Gormly
| lucky"
Thank you" said the girl simply.
| "Now, I want you to help me with
what have to write"
Haldane seated himself by her side.
and the two heads were soon busily
bent over the desk.
While all this was happening UP
! town, matters were stirring down
town. The editorin-chief of The
Planet, belated at dinner, happened
to come in for final inspection just
as the night editor finished reading
the first copy Of Gormly's communica-
ton.
What do you think Of that" he
said, tossing 1t over.
A few moments suf1iced to put the
editor, who was one Of the coolest
and most self contained of men, in
possession of tho contents. He shook
his head.
"It's bad business" he remarked,
handing it back.
"Will it beat him?"
~ don't know" was the answer II
think not. If ever man did atone
for criminal folly or carelessness by
his life. Gormly has. He seems to
| have been more sinned against than
SHINING, anyway People generally
like q man who tries to brace UP and
do the square thing and If they had
| few days to think 1t over, believe
It would do him more good than harm;
but you see the election comes" ne
looked at his watch 1t was after one
o'clock In the morning. tomorrow"
"Of course, we will want to say
something editorially about it."
Certainly" was the answer. II
will do it myself"
He sat down ut his desk, took the
paper up again, scanned 1t carefully.
"Look here" he said There is some
thing concealed about this
! What is it?" asked the subordinate
"Well, in the first place 1t doesn't
cay who shot the man."
"Why, he says he wrote confess
sion"
"Yes. ] know. believe the woman
fred the shot, and that he's trying to
save her! II we could only settle
that question, 1t would be something
to soften the revelation"
"By jovc!" cried the night editor,
"that reminds mel" He picked up
the letter. Camp XIII Devil, Wyo!
One Of the cub reporters got a story
the other day about some western adj
| ventures from a certain Bill Hamil-
| ton. an old Montana mine owner, and
| If I'm not mistaken Camp XIII Devil
| was mentioned"
Where is the story7"
81 killed It,"
where is the reporter? I hope
you didn't kill him"
mo-" was the answer. He tapped
a bell on his desk Send Mr.. Alb
bolt to me II he's outside" he said to
| the messenger.
Fortune was In complacent mood.
Abbott had Just come in from an as
| signment. He was preparing to go
home when the summons reached
him. Instantly he presented himself,
nervous and trembling, and wonder
Ing what was up. before the two
demi gods who decided upon the des-
TIMES of the paper, and incidentally
upon the fate OF the reporters cub
and otherwise.
Mr.. Abbott" said the night editor
sharply, you brought story In here
the other day from certain Bill Ham,
ilton in which Wyoming mining
camp called Kill Devil, or some such
name, was mentioned. Do you re.
call It,"