I begin to sympathize with the boss, because I know what he felt when I ballyragged him for copy.

Yes, sir, I know how it is to be an editor in a dead town now." "We must remember, too," said his companion, thoughtfully, "there is the Thursday issue of this week to be prepared, almost at once." "_Don't_! Please don't mention that, Fisbee!" Parker tilted far back in his chair with his feet anchored under the desk, preserving a precarious balance.

"I ain't as grateful for my promotion to joint Editor-in-Chief as I might be.

I'm a middling poor man for the hour, I guess," he remarked, painfully following the peregrinations of a fly on his companion's sleeve.
Mr.Fisbee twisted up another sheet, and employed his eyes in following the course of a crack in the plaster, a slender black aperture which staggered across the dusty ceiling and down the dustier wall to disappear behind a still dustier map of Carlow County.

"That's the trouble!" exclaimed Parker, observing the other's preoccupation.