There had been several minor changes in the paper, suggested by the editor, but nothing marked.  He was waiting and thinking deeply.

He felt as if he needed time and considerable opportunity for the exercise of his best judgment in several matters before he answered his ever present question in the right way.  It was not because there were not a great many things in the life of the paper that were contrary to the spirit of Christ that he did not act at once, but because he was yet honestly in doubt concerning what action Jesus would take.

When the daily news came out that evening it carried to its subscribers a distinct sensation.

The presence of the report of the prize fight could not have produced anything equal to the effect of its omission.  Hundreds of men in the hotels and stores down town, as well as regular subscribers, eagerly opened the paper and searched it through for the account of the great fight; not finding it, they rushed to the news stands and bought other papers.  Even the newsboys had not a understood the fact of omission.  One of them was calling out “Daily news!  Full ’count great prize fight ’t Resort.  News, sir?”

A man on the corner of the avenue close by the news office bought the paper, looked over its front page hurriedly and then angrily called the boy back.

“Here, boy!  What’s the matter with your paper?  There’s no prize fight here!  What do you mean by selling old papers?”

“Old papers nuthin’!” replied the boy indignantly.  “Dat’s today’s paper.  What’s de matter wid you?”

“But there is no account of the prize fight here!  Look!”

The man handed back the paper and the boy glanced at k hurriedly.  Then he whistled, while a bewildered look crept over his face.  Seeing another boy running by with papers he called out “Say, Sam, le’me see your pile.”  A hasty examination revealed the remarkable fact that all the copies of the news were silent on the subject of the prize fight.

“Here, give me another paper!” shouted the customer; “one with the prize fight account.”

He received it and walked off, while the two boys remained comparing notes and lost in wonder at the result.  “Sump’n slipped a cog in the Newsy, sure,” said the first boy.  But he couldn’t tell why, and ran over to the news office to find out.

There were several other boys at the delivery room and they were all excited and disgusted.  The amount of slangy remonstrance hurled at the clerk back of the long counter would have driven any one else to despair.

He was used to more or less of it all the time, and consequently hardened to it.  Mr. Norman was just coming downstairs on his way home, and he paused as he went by the door of the delivery room and looked in.

“What’s the matter here, George?” he asked the clerk as he noted the unusual confusion.