The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1893-05-01
THE NEW REPORTER.


End,
II was near tho end OF q busy night
and the night editor looked up YEARLY
as the telephone bell rang, says the
Chicago Ntps,
"Wonder whatthisis?" he murmured,
as he picked up the receiver. Hope
there's nothing more tonight"
But as he listened he grew attentive
and jotted down u couple OF notes on q
block OF paper. eyes, I'll send up right
away. Thanks for the tip. Good
night" he shouted, and, turning to the
sleepy office boy, cried "Send in one
OF the reporters. Who's out there%
mo one but that new man yawned
the youth.
"Well, send him in right away The
boy fed, and the new man was soon in
readiness.
Just got q report OF suicide out on
the west side, near the - street sta.
ton. A woman shot herself, Skip
out and get good story right away,
for ! don't think anybody else has the
tip"
"Why, that's right near where I
live," said the new man, as he diSap.
peared out OF the door. 1t was his first
day on the paper, and he was anxious
to make a record. Arriving at the po-
lice station he hurriedly inquired for
the lieutenant in charge and explained
his mission.
Eyes, happened half an hour ago.
Don't know the woman. She was we'll
dressed, and had just moved with her
husband. into a fiat at go" was that
functionary's reply.
"Why, that's where live. Where's
the body2" asked the reporter, getting
Interested in tho case.
up at the house. I'll go with YOU"
when the officer stoppedfn front OF
his door the reporter began to wonder.
Haven't you made mistake" he in.
CURED breathlessly.
"No; this is the place. Tho stiff is in
there" said the lieutenant, in the tone
OF one accustomed to such things.
Pallid and trembling with anxiety,
tho reporter followed his direction.
The door OF the room was omen, and
through the window the moonlight
streamed on an upturned face splashed
with blood. The white light glinted
from the barrel OF revolver that lay in
n red pool, marks as OF rust showing
hero and there on its polished surface.
With a moan the man fell on the floor
beside the corpse, his hand striking in
one Of tho little riVulets OF blood that
stained the Garnet.
"Must be new at the business" said
the officer to himself. "ife hasn't any
nerve at ALL" lie bent down to pick up
tho PROSTATE man, but the body was
strangely limp. The officer turned tho
body over aud attempted to restore
consciousness. There was moan, then
u shudder, and the practiced hand Of
the policeman slipped to feel the beat
ing OF the heart. 1t was still, and the
lieutenant hastily arose and ran over to
the station for help.
The night editor was tuning and
swearing, Tho paper was just going to
press, and no word from the west side
suicide, which was to be scoop.
"That's what comes Of having to send
out new men. Old Billiger might get
drunk, Dut ne always got MS BLuu IN
before we went to press" And he
turned and swore Justify at tho unof-
Tending Office boy, who was sound asleep
in the waste-paper basket.
Suddenly the telephone bell rung
sharply, aggressvely. "Thats him
now, ! guess. Just when it's too late,"
murmured the tired newspaper man.
"lIallol" he shouted; who's that2"
"Tho - street station. Did you
send man over here to get that sui
cide2'
come OF him" I've been expecting to
hear from him."
"Well, l don't think you'll get any
copy on that matter. You see, it was
his WIFE,"
"That accounts for It. suppose he
is all broke up over it?"
"Woll, rather-hes dead"
Then tho night editor shut up his
desk, woke up the Office boy with kick
and won't home.