New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1892-02-28

them 60 closely did Tremaine's 4clairvvysut.
report coincide with the actual fac% a. puREafhsa
in the metropolitan Journals on INV speciaS
FH1ooean news. African exploration Congressional
Affairs. Parliamentary complications, ana other I'm
uadded' by him into the freshest and "very
The local papers rs% Sa and sccsra
us Of manufacturing the news o our f s%sseq!rns
confirmation invariably Viaa ine wondered and the
old man ribbed his hands with glce, always ac-
cepting my romance about our spec'a' co're-
One night tossed q sheet to Tremaine, contain
ing a paragraph announcing Baltimore wedding
in high ife-the marriage OF AeG.enaho Sc W
Edith blanchard the youngest daughter OF Lemuel
blanchard, a millionaire iron manuiac,urer Ihas
was all. As the manifold ntntterea Oyer ire
names desk he caught it with flourish, and,
holding it aloft, said, in merrier tone than had
ever heard him utter:
:" What is it Is the Ahkoond Of Swat dead
again. or has Prince 6acsaupI lie o, smoosbed the
tissue on white surface the better to read it, and
at the first glance sprang from his seat with low,
moaning cry pitiable to hear 1t was more IKE the
gosn of a stricken animal than the utterance OF
man. / started toward him expecting to see HIM
fall. but before | could reach him. a dull, hard,
heavily into his chair His pencil fairly few over
the paper as he padded the dispatch. ne
worked s an hour mis- hand made that final flourish;
the pencil fell to the floor and the writer sank PACK
| exhausted Slowly he recovered himself.
eMnorhmmar mower seemed 10 be urging him back
| TO consciousness His features became once more
mobile with human expresslonpuu ags s,iv =.
preston of terror, remorse or agony. Eagerly nc
road the first lines Of what he had wrltten' uhen
he read the original dispatch. With groan he
XIV God. is it true he moaned, and reeled out
into the night leaving me amazed and regret1ul
that / had imposed this last terrible task upon
Tiiemaine's account of that wedding was one OF
the most brilliant articles | have ever seen In a
daily newspaper. IL was poem-ah npi.na,
| lamium: one could almost hear the JOY bells ana
breathe the perfume of the orange blossoms Ihis
| record so strangely made, Of an event that nlled
| hearts with happiness and destroyed the nope OF
one man, il in my possession to-day. 10 mas never
THAT was a terrible night in the worlds history.
| Murder stalked abroad and suicide lurked In the
soliudes misery merged rom l.s n 70 nae
forth from the closets of blasted homes TO SIT gip-
herring at millions Of hearthstones in the morning
| theft outrage and nameless crimes were dragged
from their secret lairs the wires shnddered with
| the aWfi1 burden Of their horrors. and the mid
night grew darlSer-in the midst walked the pestl.
lence Of vice companioning with the eprosy Oh
"Tremane is at the telephone and wants you
II was Scott who delivered this message 10 me
about o'clock in the bn9 and the b
| Hello" 7 cried The answer came low ana
faint-a whisper, but plainly recognizable as the
WV What h, do YOU want ~ asked
aTEere is suicide at 236 Mervile -ave,-send q
man. whispered 1rcmaine ~
why can't you attend to it3 We are very
~ TT is impossible; but will be there when the
reporter comes.
f'Whcre are you now? ?" asked. There was no
replv. repeated the question, but only the hum
ming of the wires gave answer, like murmurouss
echo Then somebody "cut in y on my wire, ana
| impatiently | rang up central"
| Where was that call from ~ ] asked.
You have had call within fifteen minutes,
was answered from the central office. / insisted
| that there had been call and that ] had Just
tai kcd with one of reporters over that wire:
| | wanted 10 know where he was. But central
was positive that | mistaken, and | left
the telephone angry and bewildered.
"Suicilc at 236 Merivae-ave..' ] said TO
Scott: send man over right away. He will
find Trcmaine there Scott sent Hastings, who
returned in half hour pale painting, and excited.
| Did YOU get il asked Scott.
| Yes
much of a case ~
| yes
did you see Tremaine - asked.
| Eyes"
Where is he?7
AT the mOrgue. "-lE. H. Clough, In The san
| Francisco ArgOnaut.