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"Not in this one, I hope," he replied, following her to an inner room. "It is about a paragraph not yet published, which might be misconstrued." "Oh, I don't think any one could possibly misconstrue it," she retorted, with a flash of wicked mirth. "You know the paragraph to which I refer, then." "I wrote it." Banneker regarded her with grave and appreciative urbanity.
I've had to use it a good deal myself, in railroading." "Observant, as well as exact and patient. Come in. I'm sorry I misplaced your card. The name is ?" "Banneker, E. Banneker." Following the editor, he passed through a large, low-ceilinged room, filled with desk-tables, each bearing a heavy crystal ink-well full of a fluid of particularly virulent purple.
Banneker?" "Thank you: but reporting keeps one rather too busy for amusement." "You won't come," she murmured, aggrieved. "Then it is true about you and Io." This time she achieved a result. Banneker flushed angrily, though he said, coolly enough: "I think perhaps you would make an enterprising reporter, yourself, Miss Forbes." "I'm sure I should. Well, I'll apologize.
Greenough, never more joss-like than when, on the morning after Banneker went to The Retreat, he received the resultant note, the perusal thereof produced no effect. Nor was there anything which might justly be called an expression, discernible between Mr. Greenough's cloven chin-tip and Mr.
After this the rats will suspect every man of being a Banneker in disguise, and we shall have no more trouble." "You see!" remarked Cressey triumphantly as Masters went away. "I told you you'd arrived." "Do you count a word of ordinary courtesy as so much?" inquired Banneker, surprised and amused. "From Junior? I certainly do.
Banneker recognized the light of suspicion, comprehension, confirmation in the keen and fine visage turned upon him. Enderby continued: "Well, there are matters that can be talked of and other matters that can't be talked of. But if you ever feel that you want the advice of a man who has seen human nature on a good many sides, and has learned not to judge too harshly of it, come to me.
"Further, you will recognize that, for the protection of the paper, I must have at call reporters ready to perform any emergency duty." "Perfectly," agreed Banneker. "Mr. Banneker," queried Mr. Greenough in a semi-purr, "are you too good for your job?" "Certainly." For once the personification of city-deskness, secure though he was in the justice of his position, was discomfited.
He wrote and dispatched a message to the reporter in care of the Angelica City Herald: Glad to see you, but you are wasting your time. No such person could be here without my knowing it. Thanks for article. That was as near an untruth as Banneker cared to go.
Horace Vanney's shrewd design to show a budding journalist of promise on which side his self-interest lay. The weak spot in the plan was that Banneker did not seem to care! Banneker's induction into journalism was unimpressive. They gave him a desk, an outfit of writing materials, a mail-box with his name on it, and eventually an assignment. Mr.
"To himself," said Marrineal with an acumen quite above the shrewdness of an Ives to grasp. But the latter nodded intelligently, and remarked: "If he's money-crazy you've got him, anyway, sooner or later. And now that he's woman-crazy, too " "You'll never understand just how sane Mr. Banneker is," broke in Marrineal coldly. He was a very sane man, himself.
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