The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1913-06-12

way from the street railway terminus.
The afternoon was devoted to dancing,
| fireworks, singing by a chorus of school
children and addresses by prominent men,
including the mayor and the governor.
At night those who had been prevented
from attending in the afternoon by bust
ness came in droves SO great that the cars
couldn't begin to carry them. Thousands
OF men and women, unable to get into the
tramway cars walked up the steep hillside,
SO that by nine O. clock, the hour announc-
ed for the fireworks display, the park was
Utterly packed. The other newspaper BOYS
who had Thrown up the sponge" early in
the game, were on hand looking for the
news of it, and they were a sore bunch as
they contemplated what Macs share would
be. AS it was, everything went off in
ship-shape and every body was more than
pleased with the amusements offered.
The next day when Mac went to the
brewery for settlement Schmaltzer met
him with broad grin. Clapping him on
the shoulder he said: "By Golly, that
was the biggest birthday party ever had.
Let's have another one next year." Macs
share of the profits was larger than he had
ever hoped for, SO after joshing his former
associates on the committee, he led them
to swell supper and handed each of them
a crisp new bank note as balm for their
ruffled feelings.
Robert MacGregor did not remain in
active newspaper work long after this, and
strange as it may seem, his career as a
newspaper man which was, as we have
seen, born with a tragedy, was ended by
one; at least it led him to enter the adver-
Using field, and while he still writes an
occasional story for prominent magazines,
just for little money on the side, his
principle time is devoted to creating pub
licity for one of the largest advertising
concerns in Chicago. We have not said
much in this narrative about MacGregor's
home life. 1t was beautiful Especially
was he devoted to his mother and one
younger sister named Eleanor, whom he
fairly idolized. Sweethearts could not be
more devoted than 'hese two, and where
Bob went for pleasure you could always
rely upon finding Eleanor at his side.
Just after this centennial stunt, Flea
nor was taken sick with typhoid fever and
for days lowered between life and death.
Bob was at her bedside continuously and
gave her every care and attention within
his power. Eventually she began to i'm
prove and Bob returned to his desk.
We were all sitting around as usual one
morning after our labors had been ended
for the night, and Bob was in particular
ly jolly mood owing to Eleanors marked
improvement when he left home at supper
time.
Evens was in the midst of one of his fun
niest yarns when the phone bell at Mac S
side rang.
"Another murder l guess, said Mac as
took up the receiver.
'Hello!--- Hello!" he called, eyes, this
is the Times, yes, this is Bob, ---Oh is that
you father, how is Eleanor? What she is
she is dead! Oh!''
The receiver slipped from his hand
with wild cry of dispair he threw his
head in his arms on the desk before him
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ed to shine. The others of us stood about
unable to move. For several minutes we
remained in reverent silence which was at
last broken by the foreman yelling through
the door.
Thirty"
And the little old clock on the dusty
shelf struck four.
THE END.