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Before the day was over, syste on it: and all that warm, rainy afternoon, the editor and Fisbee

worked in the editorial rooms, Parker and Bud and Mr Schofield (after his

return with the itee from Ephraim Watts) bent

over the for the store-roo the floor

An extraordinary nu force up to see the editor-in-chief, literally to see the editor-

in-chief; it was hard to believe that the presence had not flown--hard to

keep believing, without the repeated testiy

roo for their jewel; and a jewel they

swore she was The printers ca after each

interview; it was partly the thought that she belonged to the "Herald,"

their paper Once Ross, as he cut down one of the teht the fore to hihin' at, Cale?" he asked

"What are you laughing at?" rejoined the other

"I dunno!"

The day wore on, wet and dreary outside, but all within the "Herald's"

boso and busy and murmurous with the healthy thrum of life and

prosperity renewed Toward six o'clock, syste on a policy as Harkless would conceive a

policy, were he there, when Minnie Briscoe ran joyously up the stairs,

plunged into the rooht her friend in

her eager arms, and put an end to policy for that day

But policy and labor did not end at twilight every day; there were