lace, who ornamented the entrance, hurried from the door to the vehicle.
"Do you know Mr. Stoneham?" she asked with suppressed excitement, "the
editor of the _Evening Graphite_? He is usually here playing dominoes
with somebody about this hour."

"Oh yes, I know him," was the reply. "I think he is inside at this
moment, but I will make certain."

In a short time Mr. Stoneham himself appeared, looking perhaps a trifle
disconcerted at having his whereabouts so accurately ascertained.

"What a blessing it is," said Miss Jennie, with a laugh, "that we poor
reporters know where to find our editors in a case of emergency."

"This is no case of emergency, Miss Baxter," grumbled Stoneham. "If it's
news, you ought to know that it is too late to be of any use for us
to-day."

"Ah, yes," was the quick reply, "but what excellent time I am in with
news for to-morrow!"

"If a man is to live a long life," growled the disturbed editor, "he
must allow to-morrow's news to look after itself. Sufficient for the day
are the worries thereof."

"As a general rule that is true," assented the girl, "but I have a most
important piece of information for you that wouldn't wait, and in half
an hour from now you will be writing your to-morrow's leader, showing
forth in terse and forcible language the many iniquities of the Board of
Public Construction."