Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1890-11-21

! had the same feeling; but he continued
Don't go away. If he doesn't come n
oy II you will have to go and covr
he story"
In few minutes Bowers came n
,tupidly drunk. 1t was the first time le
lad ever offended SO grievously, and our
lmazement was great when it transpird
hat he was unable to write or even o
ell his story.
took cab and went over his grour1
AS rapidly us possible, managing to geta
fairly good account of the shooting n
type before the paper went to press, bit
Bowers was discharged peremptorily.
hunted him up in a day or two and
asked him how it happened. He d.
clared that he had been drugged by an
intimate friend of the woman to whom
he had gone for fuller particulars thn
he could get in the routine way lie
saw as plainly as | that the druggig
had been an idiotic attempt to keep tie
news out of the paper we worked fir,
but what he could not be made to c.
knowledge was that the woman he loved
was worthless He raved about injued
innocence. and declared that she lac
shot the man in her own defense.
This showed plainly enough that it
was IA good thing for the paper tint
Bowers had been unable to write tie
story. but it made me anxious abort
Bowers.
Luckily knew the detectives wlo
were investigating the case, and gt
them to lay the full details of her carer
before the boy Bowers had got his le-
son.
1t would have been a severe one for a
stronger man. 1t seemed for a few
weeks as if it would be altogether TO
severe for Bowers. Somehow didft
look on him as mere unit in the null
tude in those days. 1t really seemed 20
be worth while to try to save him.
was getting dubious about succeeding
when was suddenly ordered to Cape CD
A ship had been driven ashore in one },
the fiercest gales of November. and whu
the news came there were known to N
a number Of men still on board in peil
of their lives, and unable to get away.
There was a chance for a magnificent
story if | could get there before thy
were rescued, and lost no time.
The chance was caught, and | W,
hard at work in my room in the villaa
tavern. sending copy page by page
the telegraph Office by boy who wv
chartered for the night, when he brougf
me word that there was a man dow
stairs who was very anxious to see ns
Tell him can't see him tonight III
less he has important news" | growld
impatiently; but the boy replied, lie
don't want to interrupt you, he says, ht
he wants to see you a minute when yu
are through
THAT will be O'clock" said sdl
more impatiently, and straightway fr
got the man. AS hurried across to tie
telegraph Office with my last page, hoy-
ever, white haired gentleman at ne
tavern door accosted me.
BE you the reporter Of he bega.
Don't stop me now" exclaimed IA
grily; Il haven't a minute" and
rushed on, not too quickly, however,t to
hear him say politely, II beg your pr
DON" Whereupon | turned my aner
against myself for not being as coure-
Gus as he.
After had given the office god
night" | took time to wonder who Ly
caller was, and speedily found out. lie
vas still at the tavern door.
"Be you the reporter of the New Yok
-?' he asked, as came up.
Il am, sir" said |, trying to make u
for former brusqueness by extra civilit.
MY name is Bowers" he said. i
have son workin on your paper, n
thought maybe you might give me ners
on him. | hain't heerd from him 81
nigh two months" and the old genie
mans voice almost broke.
why yes, indeed" said |. Il ee
him almost every day. So he is yul
son. knew he came from New Eng
land, but | didn't know just villa
part" And | went on nervously al(
verbosely telling him how much we Il
liked the boy, and how he liked III
work, hoping to escape some question
that knew would be hard to answer