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。 Somehow he did not seem to fit into the Cosy Moments atmosphere。
〃Well； I think that that is all； Mr。 Windsor；〃 chirruped the editor。 He was a little man with a long neck and large pince…nez； and he always chirruped。 〃You understand the general lines on which I think the paper should be conducted？〃 The sub…editor nodded。 Mr。 Wilberfloss made him tired。 Sometimes he made him more tired than at other times。 At the present moment he filled him with an aching weariness。 The editor meant well； and was full of zeal； but he had a habit of covering and recovering the ground。 He possessed the art of saying the same obvious thing in a number of different ways to a degree which is found usually only in politicians。 If Mr。 Wilberfloss had been a politician； he would have been one of those dealers in glittering generalities who used to be fashionable in American politics
〃There is just one thing；〃 he continued 〃Mrs。 Julia Burdett Parslow is a little inclinedI may have mentioned this before〃
〃You did；〃 said the sub…editor
Mr。 Wilberfloss chirruped on； unchecked。
〃A little inclined to be late with her 'Moments with Budding Girlhood' If this should happen while I am away； just write her a letter； quite a pleasant letter； you understand； pointing out the necessity of being in good time。 The machinery of a weekly paper； of course； cannot run smoothly unless contributors are in good time with their copy。 She is a very sensible woman； and she will understand； I am sure； if you point it out to her。〃
The sub…editor nodded。
〃And there is just one other thing。 I wish you would correct a slight tendency I have noticed lately in Mr。 Asher to be just a triflewell； not precisely risky； but perhaps a shade broad in his humour。〃
〃His what？〃 said Billy Windsor。
〃Mr。 Asher is a very sensible man； and he will be the first to acknowledge that his sense of humour has led him just a little beyond the bounds。 You understand？ Well； that is all； I think。 Now I must really be going； or I shall miss my train。 Good…bye； Mr。 Windsor。〃
〃Good…bye；〃 said the sub…editor thankfully。
At the door Mr。 Wilberfloss paused with the air of an exile bidding farewell to his native land； sighed； and trotted out。
Billy Windsor put his feet upon the table； and with a deep scowl resumed his task of reading the proofs of Luella Granville Waterman's 〃Moments in the Nursery。〃
CHAPTER II
BILLY WINDSOR
BILLY WINDSOR had started life twenty…five years before this story opens on his father's ranch in Wyoming。 From there he had gone to a local paper of the type whose Society column consists of such items as 〃Pawnee Jim Williams was to town yesterday with a bunch of other cheap skates。 We take this opportunity of once more informing Jim that he is a liar and a skunk；〃 and whose editor works with a revolver on his desk and another in his hip…pocket。 Graduating from this； he had proceeded to a reporter's post on a daily paper in a Kentucky town； where there were blood feuds and other Southern devices for preventing life from being dull。 All this time New York； the magnet； had been tugging at him。 All reporters dream of reaching New York。 At last； after four years on the Kentucky paper； he had e East； minus the lobe of one ear and plus a long scar that ran diagonally across his left shoulder； and had worked without much success as a free…lance。 He was tough and ready for anything that might e his way； but these things are a great deal a matter of luck。 The cub…reporter cannot make a name for himself unless he is favoured by fortune。 Things had not e Billy Windsor's way。 His work had been confined to turning in reports of fires and small street accidents； which the various papers to which he supplied them cut down to a couple of inches。
Billy had been in a bad way when he had happened upon the sub…editorship of Cosy Moments。 He despised the work with all his heart； and the salary was infinitesimal。 But it was regular； and for a while Billy felt that a regular salary was the greatest thing on earth。 But he still dreamed of winning through to a post on one of the big New York dailies； where there was something doing and a man would have a chance of showing what was in him。
The unfortunate thing； however； was that Cosy Moments took up his time so pletely。 He had no chance of attracting the notice of big editors by his present work； and he had no leisure for doing any other。
All of which may go to explain why his normal aspect was that of a caged eagle。
To him； brooding over the outpourings of Luella Granville Waterman； there entered Pugsy Maloney； the office…boy； bearing a struggling cat。
〃Say！〃 said Pugsy。
He was a nonchalant youth； with a freckled； mask…like face； the expression of which never varied。 He appeared unconscious of the cat。 Its existence did not seem to occur to him。
〃Well？〃 said Billy； looking up。 〃Hello； what have you got there？〃
Master Maloney eyed the cat； as if he were seeing it for the first time。
〃It's a kitty what I got in de street；〃 he said。
〃Don't hurt the poor brute。 Put her down。〃
Master Maloney obediently dropped the cat； which sprang nimbly on to an upper shelf of the book…case。
〃I wasn't hoitin' her；〃 he said； without emotion。 〃Dere was two fellers in de street sickin' a dawg on to her。 An' I es up an' says；' G'wan！ What do youse t'ink you're doin'； fussin' de poor dumb animal？' An' one of de guys； he says； 'G'wan！ Who do youse t'ink youse is？' An' I says； 'I'm de guy what's goin' to swat youse one on de coco if youse don't quit fussin' de poor dumb animal。' So wit dat he makes a break at swattin' me one； but I swats him one； an' I swats de odder feller one； an' den I swats dem bote some more； an' I gets de kitty； an' I brings her in here； cos I t'inks maybe youse'll look after her。〃
And having finished this Homeric narrative； Master Maloney fixed an expressionless eye on the ceiling； and was silent。
Billy Windsor； like most men of the plains； bined the toughest of muscle with the softest of hearts。 He was always ready at any moment to bee the champion of the oppressed on the slightest provocation。 His alliance with Pugsy Maloney had begun on the occasion when he had rescued that youth from the clutches of a large negro； who； probably from the soundest of motives； was endeavouring to slay him。 Billy had not inquired into the rights and wrongs of the matter： he had merely sailed in and rescued the office…boy。 And Pugsy； though he had made no verbal ment on the affair； had shown in many ways that he was not ungrateful。
〃Bully for you； Pugsy！〃 he cried。 〃You're a little sport。 Here〃 he produced a dollar…bill〃go out and get some milk for the poor brute。 She's probably starving。 Keep the change。〃
〃Sure thing；〃 assented Master Maloney。 He strolled slowly out； while Billy Windsor； mounting a chair； proceeded to chirrup and snap his fingers in the effort to establish the foundations of an entente cordiale with the rescued cat。
By the time that Pugsy returned； carrying a five…cent bottle of milk； the animal had vacated the book…shelf； and was sitting on the table； washing her face。 The milk having been poured into the lid of a tobacco…tin； in lieu of a saucer； she suspended her op