Helen in the Editor's Chair Part 2

A neighbor for many years, the genial doctor did not stop to knock.

"Haven't been in for weeks," he said, "so thought I'd drop over and chin with Hugh for a while."

"Hugh isn't feeling very well," said Mrs. Blair. "He came home from the office this afternoon and didn't want anything for supper."

"Let me have a look at him," said Doctor Stevens. "Suppose his stomach is out of whack or something like that."

Tom and Helen, standing in the dining room, watched Doctor Stevens and their mother go down the hall to their father's bedroom.

The next half hour was one of the longest in their young lives. Tom tried to read the continued story in the _Herald_, while Helen fussed at first one thing and then another.

The door of their father's room finally opened and Doctor Stevens summoned them.

Neither Tom nor Helen would ever forget the scene in their father's bedroom that night. Their mother, seated at the far side of the bed, looked at them through tear-dimmed eyes.

Their father, reclining on the bed, looked taller than ever, and the lines of pain which Helen had noticed in his face that afternoon had deepened. His hands were moving nervously and his eyes were bright with fever.

"Sit down," said Doctor Stevens as he took a chair beside Hugh Blair's bed.

Tom was about to ask his father how he felt, when Doctor Stevens spoke again.

"We might as well face this thing together," he said. "I'll tell you now that it is going to be something of a fight for all of you, but unless I'm mistaken, the Blairs are all real fighters."

"What's the matter Doctor Stevens?" Helen's voice was low and strained.

"Your father must take a thorough rest," he said. "He will have to go to some southwestern state for a number of months. Perhaps it will only take six months, but it may be longer."

"But I can't be away that long," protested Hugh Blair. "I must think of my family, of the _Herald_."

"Your family must think of you now," said Doctor Stevens firmly. "That's why I wanted to talk this over with Tom and Helen."

"Just what is wrong, Dad?" asked Tom.

Doctor Stevens answered the question.

"Lung trouble," he said quietly. "Your father has spent too many years bent over his desk in that dark cubbyhole of his--too many years without a vacation. Now he's got to give that up and devote a number of months to building up his body again."

Helen felt the blood racing through her body. Her throat went dry and her head ached. She had realized only that afternoon that her father wasn't well but she had not been prepared for Doctor Stevens' announcement.

The doctor was talking again.

"I blame myself partly," he was telling Hugh Blair. "You worked yourself into this almost under my eyes, and I never dreamed what was happening.

Too close to you, I guess."

"When do you think Hugh should start for the southwest?" asked Helen's mother.

"Just as soon as we can arrange things," replied Doctor Stevens. "This is Thursday. I'd like to have him on the way by Sat.u.r.day night. Every day counts."

"That's impossible," protested Hugh Blair, half rising from his bed. "I don't see how I can possibly afford it. Think of the expense of a trip down there, of living there. What about the _Herald_? What about my family?"

A plan had been forming in Helen's mind from the time Doctor Stevens had said her father must go to a different climate.

"Everything will be all right, Dad," she said. "There isn't a reason in the world why you shouldn't go. Tom and I are capable of running the _Herald_ and with what you've saved toward our college educations, you can make the trip and stay as long as you want to."

"But I couldn't think of using your college money," protested her father, "even if you and Tom could run the _Herald_."

"Helen's got the right idea," said Doctor Stevens. "Your health must come above everything else right now. I'm sure those youngsters can run the _Herald_. Maybe they'll do an even better job than you," he added with a twinkle in his eyes.

"We can run the paper in fine shape, Dad," said Tom. "If you hired someone from outside to come in and take charge it would eat up all the profits. If Helen and I run the _Herald_, we'll have every cent we make for you and mother."

Mrs. Blair, who had been silent during the discussion, spoke.

"Hugh," she said, "Tom and Helen are right. I know how you dislike using their college money, but it is right that you should. I am sure that they can manage the _Herald_."

Thus it was arranged that Tom and Helen were to take charge of the _Herald_. They talked with the superintendent of schools the next day and he agreed to excuse them from half their cla.s.ses for the remaining weeks of school with the provision that they must pa.s.s all of their final examinations.

Friday and Sat.u.r.day pa.s.sed all too quickly. Helen busied herself collecting the current accounts and Tom spent part of the time at the office doing job work and the remainder at home helping with the packing.

Sat.u.r.day noon Tom went to the bank and withdrew the $1,275 their father had placed in their college account. The only money left was $112 in the _Herald_ account, just enough to take care of running expenses of the paper.

Hugh Blair owned his home and his paper, was proud of his family and his host of friends, but of actual worldly wealth he had little.

Doctor Stevens drove them to the Junction thirty miles away where Hugh Blair was to take the Southwestern limited. There was little conversation during the drive.

The limited was at the junction when they arrived and goodbyes were brief.

Hugh Blair said a few words to his wife, who managed to smile through her tears. Then he turned to Tom and Helen.

"Take good care of the _Herald_," he told them, as he gave them a goodbye hug.

"We will Dad and you take good care of yourself," they called as he climbed into the Pullman.

Cries of "boooo-ard," sounded along the train. The porters swung their footstools up into the vestibules, the whistle sounded two short, sharp blasts, and the limited rolled away from the station.

Tom, Helen and their mother stood on the platform until the train disappeared behind a hill.

When they turned toward home, Tom and Helen faced the biggest responsibility of their young lives. It was up to them to continue the publication of the _Herald_, to supply the money to keep their home going and to build up a reserve which their father could call upon if he was forced to use all the money from their college fund.

CHAPTER III _In the Editor's Chair_

Sunday morning found Tom and Helen Blair entering a new era in their lives. While their father sped toward the southwest in quest of renewed health, they planned how they could develop the _Herald_.

Their mother was silent through breakfast and several times they saw her eyes dim with tears.

"Don't worry, Mother," said Helen. "We'll manage all right and Dad is going to pull through in fine shape. Why, he'll be back with us by Christmas time."