The Hand Of Fate

"Mary Jane," exclaimed the editor of the Bluegrass Vindicator, rushing hurriedly into the house, "put me up a Httle lunch as quick as you can! Where is my valise?" "In mercy's name what is the matter, Jared?" "Matter?" he shouted, diving into the bureau drawer for clean shirts and other things necessary for a journey, "nothing's the matter, only I wrote last night that 'we noticed Col. Allgore riding about the city this morning at a comfortable jog,' and it came out in the paper this morning 'comfortable jagl' I start for the world's fair, Mary Jane, in ten minutes if I'm