gly
wrought handle and its fabric was of glistening silk. The foreman,
unable to decline it, thanked her awkwardly, and, as she turned to
speak to Fisbee, bolted out of the door and ran down the steps without
unfolding the umbrella; and as he made for Mr. Martin's emporium, he
buttoned it securely under his long "Prince Albert," determined that
not a drop of water should touch and ruin so delicate a thing. Thus he
carried it, triumphantly dry, through the course of his reportings of
that day.

When he had gone the editor laid her hand on Fisbee's arm. "Dear," she
said, "do you think you would take cold if you went over to the
hotel and made a note of all the arrivals for the last week--and the
departures, too? I noticed that Mr. Harkless always filled two or
three--sticks, isn't it?--with them and things about them, and somehow
it 'read' very nicely. You must ask the landlord all about them; and, if
there aren't any, we can take up the same amount of space lamenting
the dull times, just as he used to. You see I've read the 'Herald'
faithfully; isn't it a good thing I always subscribed for it?" She
patted Fisbee's cheek, and laughed gaily into his mild, vague old eyes.

"It won't be this scramble to 'fill up' much longer. I have plans,
gentlemen," she cried, "and before long we will print news. And we must
buy 'plate matter' instead of 'patent insides'; and I had a talk with
the Associated Press people in Rouen--but that's for afterwhile. And I
went to the hospital this morning before I left. They wouldn't let me
see him again, but they told me all about him, and he's better; and I
got Tom to go to the jail--he was so mystified, he doesn't know what I
wanted it for--and he saw some of those beasts, and I can do a column of
description besides an editorial about them, and I will be fierce enough
to suit Carlow, you may believe that. And I've been talking to Senator
Burns--that is, listening to Senator Burns, which is much stupider--and
I think I can do an article on national politics. I'm not very well up
on local issues yet, but I--" She broke off suddenly. "There! I think we
can get out to-morrow's number without any trouble. By the time you get
back from the hotel, father, I'll have half my stuff written--'written
up,' I mean. Take your big umbrella and go, dear, and please ask at the
express office if my typewriter has come."

She laughed again with sheer delight, like a child, and ran to the
corner and got the cot