Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1916-12-04
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"Are there no libel laws down hsrer'
he asked.
"The material in that column" sale
the little man, his eyes narrowing,
concerns only me. You must.snder-
stand that at once"
"The madame writes hot stuff" ven
tured O'Neill.
IT am the madame" said the owner
of the Mail with dignity.
He removed the copy from O'Neill's
haad and glided with it into the other
room. Scarcely had he disappeared
when the door was opened furiously
and painting man stood inside. Mr.
Henry Trimmer's keen eye surveyed
the scene.
"Where's Mears-Elliott?" he cried
you're not. the cashier, are you?"
asked O'Neill with interest.
"Don't try to be funny" roared Trim
mer. I'm looking for the editor Of
this paper"
"Your search is ended" O'Neill re-
piled. "What is it?'
lou lucuu yOu- Say! I've got q
front page story for tomorrow's issue
that will upset the town."
Come to my arms" cried O'Neill.
"What is it,"
"The real Lord Harrowby has been
kidnapped"
O'Neill stared at him sorrowfully.
Have you been reading the Duchess
again?" he asked. "Who Is Lord Har-
rowby?"
"Do you mean to say you don't
know? Where have you been buried
alive?"
Out Of the inner room glided Manuel
Gonzale, and, recognizing him, Mr.
Trimmer poured into his ear the story
Of Georges disappearance. Mr.. Con
zale rubbed his hands.
"A good story" he said. "a very
good story. Thank you. a thousand
times. I myself will write it."
With a scornful glance at the two
strangers, Mr.. Trimmer went out, and
Manuel Gonzale sat down at his desk.
O'Neill and Howe returned to their en-
cyclopedic dispatches.
There you are" said Gonzale at
last, standing. Put an eight column
head on that, please, and run it on the
front page. A very fine story. The pa
per must go to press"-he looked at his
watch-"in an hour. Only four pages.
Please see TO the makeup. My circu-
lation manager will assist you with the
distribution" At the door lie paused.
"It occurs to me that your exchequer
may be low. Seventy-five dollars n
week for the managing editor. Fifty
for the city editor. Allow me-S10
each, in advance. If you need more
pray remind me-"
Into their hands he put crinkling
bills. And then, gliding still like the
fox he looked, he went out into the
night.
Sister" cried O'Neill weakly, "the
fairies are abroad tonight. I hear tho
rustic OF their feet over the grass
Friday morning found Mr.. Minot
ready for whatever diplomacy the day
might demand of him. He had a feel.
ing that the demand would be great.
The unheralded arrival of Miss Gabri-
ellie Rose and her packet of letters pre-.
sented no slight complication. What
ever the outcome of any suit she might
start against Harrowby, Mirot was
sure that the mere announcement of 1t
would be sufficient to blast Jephson's
hopes for all time. Old Spencer Mey-
rick, already inflamed by the episode
of the elder brother, was not likely to
take coolly the publication of Harrow
by's incriminating letters.
After an early breakfast Minot sent
cable to Jephson telling of Miss
Roses arrival and asking for informa-
tfon about her.
Lunch time came-2 o'clock. At 2:3O.
out of London, Jephson spoke. Said
his cable:
Know nothing of G. r. except that she's
been married frequently. Do best you can.
And what help was this, pray? Dis
gustedly Minot read the cable again.
-Four o'clock the respite he had asked
from the Gaiety lady was coming on
apace, and with every tick of the clock
bis feeling of helplessness grew. He
mentally berated Thacker and Jephson.
They left him alone to grapple with
wild problems, offering no help and
asking miracles. Confound them both!
Three o'clock came. What-what
was he to say? Lord Harrowby, in
terrogated. was merely useless and
frantic. He couldn't raise a shilling.
He couldn't offer n suggestion. Dear
old chap" he moaned, Il depend on
you"
Three-thirty! Well, Thacker and
Jephson had asked the impossible, that
was all. Minot felt he had done his
best. No man could do more. He was
very sorry for Jephson, but-golden
before him opened the possibility Of
Miss Cynthia Meyrick free to be wooed.
Yet he must be faithful to the last.
At quarter to four he read Jephson's
cablegram again. AS he read, a plan
ridiculous in its ineffectiveness oc-
CURED to him. And since no other
came in the interval before 4 he walked