Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1917-09-06
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and Dan plunged into a defense Of
American journalism. citing in
stances and proofs, telling of in
cidents in his own experience.
showing that most editors really.
have consciences by which they
are guided, and a high conception
of their duty to the public.
"There are exceptions, of
course" Dan went on, carried
away by his subject; there are
scoundrels in the newspaper bust
ness, just as in all businesses; but
it is one of the beautiful laws of
compensation that, just as soon as
a newspaper goes wrong, its influ-
ence begins to slip away from it
xs4n
He stopped suddenly, for he had
glanced at M. Chevrial and found
him inattentive. His head was
turned a little aside and his eyes
were fixed with a peculiar and in
tent expression on two men who
stood together by the rail, a little
distance away. One of them was
the man with the white hair. The
other was evidently a tourist, from
his costume, and though he was
clean shaven, some instinct caused
Dan to classify him as a German.
He glanced back at Chevrial at
last, but the latter was gazing
dreamily out over the water and
sitting a little yawn with his
hand.
"Your pardon, NJ. Webster he
said. "But l arose very early this
morning, in order to catch my
train, and l am tired. / think that
| shall lie down for a few moments
before dinner. Aq revoir."
Dan sat on by himself for a little
while; then it suddenly occurred
to him that, if he looked about, he
might find the dark eyed girl alone.
somewhere. He leaped to his feet
and began the search. She was
not on the promenade deck, nor
in the library, and he had about
decided that she had returned to
her stateroom, when it occurred to
him that she might be on the boat
deck. So he climbed the narrow
stair and emerged upon that lofty
eyrie. No, she could not be hero
it was too windy; then, as he
glanced around, he saw, through
the deepening twilight, q dark fig
ure sitting on a bench in the lee of
one of the boats.
Could it. be shei He hesitated
to approach near enough to be
sure; but at last he mustered up
courage to stroll past. And then,
in an instant, his cap was off and
his hand extended. ..
II can't tell you how glad I am
that you are on the boat!'' he be-
gan. "May I sit down?" s,
Certainly" and she moved a
little, looking up at him, smiling.
II am glad, too"
care you? It's nice of you to
say so, anyway. A voyage is so,
dull if there is no one to talk to.
OF course, there is always some
one to talk to-but I don't mean
that kind of talk. 1 mean plumb
ing the depths-you know, that
sort of thing"
"You think I can plumb the
depthsi"
"You certainly plumbed mine
this morning. Not that / have any
great depths" he added, laugh
ing; "but your line touched bot
tom, and gave me a new feeling
which | think was good for me.
Now, since we're going to know,
each other, I want to introduce
myself. Ny name is Webster
named after the real Daniel, but
called Dan so that future histor-.
ians can distinguish between us
and | earn a precarious living by
chasing news for a New York pa
"And my name, z she responded.
instantly, lis Kasia Ward; and 1
have earned q precarious living in
many ways-I have worked in fac
tory, I have sold papers, have
even cleaned the streets"
Cleaned the streets" he re-