Evening star., 1921-08-14

istic pulse. and I know. Can you re-
peat?"
He drew a paper from his pocket
book.
Here is list Of subjects your
Ws Tas Ms mfh the
of Living; the League Of Nations
Capital and Labor"
over the strangers head an Office
boy whispered significantly: Front
Excuse me-" said the poet. and
With the publisher in the from
office, sat A. Lincoln Wilbram. quite
purple in the checks. They had file
of the Bee before them.
"Diedrick," said Mr.. Oakes. March Il
you printed this thing" His hngei
you do it?''
what's the matter with it,? re-
The matter with it." spoke N,
my wife. 1t makes her out to ea'
| dog bones. Friends of ours as fai
away as California have seen it and
recognized her portrait. drawn BY
your scurrilous pen. The worst OF
it is, the slander Is founded on fact
BY what right do you air my domes.
tic affairs before the public in this
outrageous fashion,
With agonized eyes the funny man
read the essay as far as the fate.
full line, "It was Mrs. Win Brum."
My gosh!" he cried.
How did you come to write sucf
thing?" Mr.. Oakes demanded.
ME write that thing? II I only
had"
The facts were recalled: the send.
ing of Mr.. Sloan and many report.
ers to Rutland; the need of extra
10 1,n - hi hot 1or
II found this contribution on my
desk. 1t looked safe. In the rush OF
the morning 1 sent it up and never
gave it another thought"
so it is really boys essay. and
not some of your own fooling?" asked
Cakes.
"A boys essay, yes: entered in Mr.,
Wilbram's prize contest, eliminated
by the boys teacher and shown by
her to Mr.. Sloan. who brough it to
he shop. 1 know now that Sloan
meant me to change the authors
II there were actual persons in it, I'm
as amazed as Mrs. Wilbram"
II wonder. Oakes," said Wilbram.
"that a dignified newspaper like yours
would print such trash, in the first
place."
Worthington Cakes looked down
his nose. D. K. T. took up the chal-
Trash. sir? If it's trash. why has
the Ashland Telephone Company
asked permission to reprint it on the
Have they y asked % that?" that fe''0rs'
'They have; they say they will put
a little moral principle into the tele-
phone hogs in this town. And didn't
a 9TH avenue minister preach a
sermon on it last Sunday? Doesn't
the Literary Review give it half a
page this week? Hasn't it been
scissored by almost every exchange
editor in the land? Isp't there a man
IN the city room now offering me If
screed like it?'
You can see. Wilbram." said Mr..
Oakes: that there was no intention
to injure or annoy. We are very
sorry; but how can we print an
apology to Mrs. Wilbram without
making the matter worse?"
Who is this Willie Downey?" de-
school teacher?'
Il don't believe my moral princi-
pies will let me tell you" replied
D. r. =: I'm positive Mr.. Sloan's
wont let him. We received the es-
Enough said" Mr.. wilbram ex-
claimed. rising. Good day to you.
I don't need your help, anyway. I'll
md out. from the butcher"
+ + r +
UTT seemed necessary that Mr.. Sloan
should call at the Lance home that
evening. Whatever Miss Angelina might
think Of him. 1t was his duty to take
counsel with her for the welfare Of
Willie.
He began with the least important Of
the grave matters upon his mind.
.'Do you suppose your protege could
write some more essays like the one we
printed?"
why, Mr.. Sloan?"
II Miss Angelina had responded. ''why,
you hyena?" she would not have cut him
more deeply than with her simple.
"Why, Mr.. Sloan?"
"a Newspaper syndicate" he ex-
planned, has offered D. Z. T. fortune
for q series Of them
s.Poor Willis", she sighed. he