University Missourian. [volume] (Columbia, Mo.) 1908-1916, 1915-07-14
ire your secrets" Paddock

"Unbare your secrets Paddock
answered.
Crossing the quiet plaza Minot ex-
planned to his friend the matter of
the insurance policy written by the
romantic Jephson in New York. He
told of how he had come south with
the promise to his employer that
Miss cynthia Meyrick would change
her mind only over his dead body. In
credulous exclamations broke from
the fiippant Paddock as he listened.
knowing your love of humOr," Mi
not said, 81 hasten to add the crown
ing touch. The moment saw Cynthia
Meyrick | realized that If | couldn't
marry her myself life would be an
uninteresting blank forever after.
Every time I've seen her since I've
been surer of it. What's the answer,
Jack?"
Paddock whistled.
Delicious, he cried Pardon
me-Im speaking as a rank outsider.
She is a charming girl. And you
adore her, Bless my soul, how the
plot does thicken. Why don't you re-
sign, you idiot?"
my first idea Tried it, and it
wouldn't work. Besides, If | did re-
eli nnrldn't ctinE ond
queer Jephson's chances-even sup
posing she'd listen to my pleading,
which she wouldn't"
Children, see the very Christian
martyr. If it was me I'd chuck the
job and elope with-oh, no, you
couldn't do that, of course. 1t would
be low trick. You are in a hole,
aren't you?"
Five million fathoms deep. There's
nothing to do but see the wedding
through. And you're going to help
me. Just now, Mr.. Manuel Gonzale
has a packet of love-letters written
by Harrowby in his salad days, which
he proposes to print on the morrow
unless he is paid not to tonight. You
and l are on our way to take 'em
away from him."
"Um-but if help you in this I'll
be doing you mean trick. Can't quite
make out, old boy, whether to stand
by you in a business or a personal
way"
You're going to stand by me in a
business way. l want you along to-
night to lend your moral support
while l throttle that little black
mailer"
"Ay, ay, sir. I've be en- hearing some
things about Gonzale myself Go to
it,"
They groped about in a dark hall
way hunting the Mail Office.
SHADY are the ways of journalism,
commented Paddock. by the way,
I've just thought of. one for Mrs.
Bruce to spring tor borrow. In case
We fail and the affini ty letters are pub
lished, she might sa that Harrowby's
epistles got into the. Mail once too Of
ten. It's only a rou lgh idea-ah-I see
you don't like it. Well, here's success
to our expedition"
They opened th e door of the Mail
Office. Mr.. O'Neil sat behind desk,
the encyclopedia before him, seeking
lively material fo r the morrow's issue. |
Mr.. Howe hamT lered at a typewriter.
Both of the new spaper men looked up
at the intrusion;
."Ah, gentlem en-" said O'Neill, COM
ing forward. What can l do for your
who are .fou?" Minot asked.
What? Can it be? Is my name
not house hold word in San Marco?
am managing editor of the Mail
His eyes lighted on Mr.. Paddock's gid
1y attire. I'VE can't possibly let
you give a ball here tonight, If that's
what you want"
Very humorous" said Minot. But
,ur wants are far different | won't
beat around the bush. You have
'o.ne letters here written by friend
II mine to a lady he adored-at the
You are going to print
them in tomorrow's Mail unless my
friend is easy enough to pay you ten
thousand dollars He isn't going to
pay you anything We've come for
hose Iette rs-and we'll get them or
'un you an your boss out of town in
hours-you raw little
"BlackmaiTers." Mr. O'Neills eyes