The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1914-12-15

wood-dea1er had relieved the imme-
date wants of the Sonnatini family.
and Morrison, with two receipts made
out to the World, was hurrying to the
office to write the story of his life
Duffy was knee-deep in copy, but
he liked that. He handled all the
local" and kept the linotype opera
tors crying for quarter most of the
time.
Morrison had finished his story and
was of on another assignment. Snead
was grinding out suicide. with the
usual tear trimmings. Duffy weeded
out the copy rapidly. casting the
"slop," as he called 1t. right and left
and piling up the spicy matter for the
regular two o'clock edition. Morri-
sons Sonnatini story came in for
rapid perusal and immediate disfavor.
"D-n that cub" muttered Duffy.
Come on, Snead." he called out
Cut that story oil. I've got a good
one for you"
He caught up the assignment-book.
Take this down: Mrs. Edith M.
Lindeman-got that? 1925 Calvert
street-two children-husband miss
g-starving-World sent supplies.
Throw a good heart-throb into it.
Hey, Jimmie" to the ofice-boy,
tell the foreman these receipts 60 on
the first page with story; De Winnie
caps. in box! Now hustle, Snead!
Tear that of as quick as you can
Morrison got it when he returned.
"Now look here. my boy" said
Duffy. You've got to brace up Get
little style into your stuff. That
story of yours would be all very well
on the News, for instance, but it
won't go here. had it rewritten.
Here is the story as seen through Mr.
Snead's eyes,"
Morrison was deeply Inundated. He
took the copy mechanically and re
turned to his desk. His glance fell
! on the manuscript. Interest, surprise
amazement, gave place to suppressed
but unholy mirth. Snead's article
read:
THANK God" cried Mrs. Edith NJ
I.indeman of 1925 Calvert street. my chill
dren will live!"
| In a home made desolate by the deser
ton Of n husband. with gaunt hunger
stalking at the door. with two tots veal
from want of the bare necessities Of life
a reporter for the World appeared Thu
morning, and in the twinkling of an ey
haven Of comfort
It was a pathetic story that Mrs. Linde
man had to tell of a husband untrue to hi
VOW to protect her. who had abandone
her in the heart of a cruel winter and LEI
his family to its fate. Tears flowed dow
the woman's cheeks as she recited tn
story Of his perfidy.
God knows" she told the reporter, 81
was a good wife to him."
There was more-about half CO
umn more-of narrowing details. bu
Morrison had had enough. His min
was firmly made up. Walking t
Duffy's desk, he laid down the copy.
VERY good indeed, Mr.. Duffy" h
J said quietly. "But II I could writ
like that i wouldn't be working fc
you at ten dollars a week."
Duffy grunted.
"For Gods sake. Edith. what so
Of CHASTITY joke is this?"
| Andrew X. Lindeman, broker an
clubman, stood in the drawing-rool
Of his former home in Calvert stree
: hat and gloves in his hand.
Il He flourished a copy Of the Worl
oxcitedly.
:, The woman took 1t in silence.
she read the headlines her face W,
. a study.
1.-THE idiots!" she cried.
Then the Righteousness Of the thir
struck her, and she laughed outright
You didn't really think we we
starving here. did you. Andrew" 81
said, when she had recovered h
breath. And did you really car
Strange! thought you had forge
ten you had wife or children" al
her eyes regarded him sorrowfully
That's right" said the man b
. terly. Blame it all on me-"
ITS the Sonnatinis, in the rear.
reporter came here this morning; b
. l saw him myself. l can't imagil
how the mistake occurred"
"Well, I'll have something to 81
y over there in the morning. Good-t
I'm going back to the hotel Edith"
: The woman looked at him wistfull
but said nothing. He had almo
reached the door when there was
shout. ard two white-gowned to