"
"I might put in a cut," said the foreman suggestively; "something like
this." He took a venerable woodcut from the case. I grieve to say it was
one which, until the middle of the present century, was common enough in
the newspaper offices in the Southwest. It showed the running figure of
a negro woman carrying her personal property in a knotted handkerchief
slung from a stick over her shoulder, and was supposed to represent "a
fugitive slave."
Mr. Dimmidge's eyes brightened. "I'll take that, too. It's a little
dark-complected for Mrs. P., but it will do. Now roon away, lad," he
said to the foreman, as he quietly pushed him into the outer office
again and closed the door. Then, facing the surprised editor, he said,
"Theer's another notiss I want ye to put in your paper; but that's
atween US. Not a word to THEM," he indicated the banished foreman with a
jerk of his thumb. "Sabe? I want you to put this in another part o' your
paper, quite innocent-like, ye know." He drew from his pocket a gray
wallet, and taking out a slip of paper read from it gravely, "'If this
should meet the eye of R.
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