The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1890-11-27

he had gone for fuller particulars than
he could get in tho routine way. He
saw as plainly as l that the dragging
had been an idiotic attempt to keep the
news out of the paper we worked for,
but what he could not be made to ac-
knowledge was that the woman he loved
was worthless. He raved about injured
innocence, and declared that she had
shot the man in her own defense.
This showed plainly enough that it
was a good thing for the paper that
Bowers had been unable to write the
story, but it made me anxious about
Bowers.
Luckily l knew the detectives who
we're investigating the case, and got
them to lay the full details of her career
before the boy. Bowers had got his les
son.
It would have been severe one for q
stronger man. It seemed for few
weeks as if it would be altogether too
severe for Bowers. Somehow didn't
look on him as a mere unit in the multi
tude in those days. It really seemed to
be worth while to try to save him.
Twas getting dubious about succeeding
when was suddenly ordered to Cape Cod.
A ship had been driven ashore in one Of
the fercest gales of November, and when
the news came there were known to be
a number of men still on board, in peril
Of their lives, and unable to get away.
There was chance for magnificent
story if l could get there before they
were rescued, and lost no time.
The chance was caught, and I was
hard at work in my room in the village
tavern, sending copy page by page to
the telegraph Office by a boy who was
chartered for the night, when he brought
me word that there was a man down
stairs who was very anxious to see me-
'sTell him l can't see him tonight un-
less he has important news" growled
impatiently; but the boy replied, "He
don't want to interrupt you, he says, but
he wants to see you a minute when you
are through"
'That will be / O'clock" said still
more i,npatiently, and straightway for
got the man. AS hurried across to the
telegraph Office with my last page, how
ever, a white haired gentleman at the
tavern door accosted me.
''Be you the reporter Of he began.
"Don't stop me now exclaimed an
grily; u haven't a minute" and
rushed on, not too quickly, however, to
hear him say politely, 81 beg your par
DON" Whereupon I turned my anger
against myself for not being as courte-
Gus as he.
I After l had "given the Office good
night" took time to wonder who my
caller was, and speedily found out. BE
was still at the tavern door.
"Be you the reporter of the New York
-?' he asked, as | came up.
81 am, sir" said l, trying to make up
| for former brusqueness by extra civiity.
"My name is Bowers" he said. 90
have a son workin' on your paper, n
thought maybe you might give me news
on him. | hain't heerd from him fol
nigh two months" and the old gentle.
mans voice almost broke.
"Why yes, indeed" said l. ~ SEE
him almost every day. So he is you,
son. knew he came from New Eng
land, but l didn't know just what
part" And | went on nervously and
verbosely telling him how much we all
liked the boy, and how he liked hi:
work, hoping to escape some question:
that knew would be hard to answer.
They had to be answered though, and
wish all my sins lay as lightly on my
conscience as those | committed in the
! next fifteen minutes. Itwas plainly Inn
possible to tell all the truth to this
ugged, earnest, simple, white haired
Puritan. And / found it equally impos.
sihle to resist his insistent invitation to
visit his home and tell ''mother" all the
glad news had told him. It was easy
to plead fatigue as an excuse for not go
ling that night, but in the morning
must 60. The short way was to accept.
There was always the plea of urgent
business.
In the morning, though, Mother
Bowers" drove over with the old gentle
man, and of all the dear old ladies that
ever gladdened the eye she was the
dearest. | could see at once why heI
scapegrace son was everybody's favorite.
He had her eyes.
1t was Tuesday, and she had come to
get Peters friend to spend Thanksgiving
in the old homestead. They had ex'
pected day by day to hear that Peter
was coming, and hadn't given it up yet,
but whether he came or not couldn'
"a amas. nlaaded work and the ne.