The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1894-12-19
''But how on earth did you find me2"

''My horse is about done out I'm from
Buffalo. They telegraphed from New
York that we were to spare no EXPENSE
and we haven't. There are seven other
fellows securing the country on horse
back with duplicates Of that dispatch,
and some more have gone along the
lake shore on the American side. Say,
no other messenger has been here be-
fore me, has hep" asked the boy, with
touch of anxiety in his voice.
mo; you are the first"
"rm glad Of that. I've been most all
over Canada / got on your trail about
two hours ago, and the folks at the
farm house down below said you were
up here. Is there any answer"
Yates tore open the envelope. The
dispatch was long and he read it with
deepening frown. 1t was to this eff
feet:
"Fenians crossing into Canada at
Buffalo. You are near the spot; get
there quick as possible. Five of our
men leave for Buffalo tonight. Gen.
O'Neill is in command Of Fenian army.
He will give you every facility when
you tell him who you are. When five
arrive they will report to you. Place
one or two with Canadian troops. Get
one to hold the telegraph wire, and
send over all the stuff the wire will
carry. Draw on us for cash you need;
and don't spare expense"
When Yates finished the reading Of
this he broke forth into line of lam
guage that astonished Remark and
drew forth the envious admiration Of
the Buffalo telegraph boy.
| Heavens and earth and the lower
regions! I'm here on my vacation.
I'm not going to jump into work for
all the papers in New York. Why
couldn't those fools of Fenians stay at
homep The idiots don't know when
they're well off The Fenians be
hangedp
"Guess that's what they will be-"
said the telegraph boy. ANY answer,
sir?"
"No. Tell 'em you couldn't find me-"
Don't expect the boy to tell lie,"
said the professor, speaking for the
first time.
"Oh, don't mind lie," exclaimed
the boy, "but not that one. No, sir.
I've had too much trouble finding you.
I'm not going to pretend I'm no good.
l started out for to find you, and have.
But I'll tell any other lie you like, Mr..
Yates, if it will oblige you"
Yates recognized in the boy the same
emulous desire to outstrip his fellows
that had influenced himself when he
was young reporter, and he at once
admitted the injustice Of attempting to
deprive him of the fruits Of his enter
prise.
"No," he said, "that won't do. No;
you have found me, and you're a young
fellow who will be president of the
Telegraph company some day, or per-
haps hold the less important Office of
the United States presidency. Who
knows? Have you telegraph blank?"
"Of course" said the boy, fishing out
bundle from the leathern wallet by
his side. Yates took the paper and
flung himself down under the tree.
"Here's pencil, said the messenger.
"a newspaper man Is never without
pencil, thank you," replied Yates,
taking one out Of his inside pocket
Now, Remark, I'm not going to
tell lie on this OCCASION" continued
Yates.
II think the truth is better on all oc-
casions"
Right you are. So here goes for the
solid truth"
Yates, as he lay on the ground, wrote
rapidly on the telegraph blank. Sud-
denly he looked up and said to the pro-
fessor: "Say, Remark, are you doc
torP"
"Of laws" replied his friend.
"0h, that win do just as we'll" And
he finished his writing.
"How is this?" he cried, holding the
paper at arms length
John A. BlIIINGToN Managing Editor
Argus, New York: I'm flat on my back. Haven't
done hands turn for week. Am under the
constant care, night and day OF one OF the most
eminent doctors In Canada, who even prepares
my food for me- Since 1 left New York trouble
Of the heart has complicated matters, and at
present battles the doctor. Consultations daily.
1t is impossible for me to move from here un-
til present complications have yielded to treat
ment.
"Binmore would be good man to take charge
in my absence. YATES"
There" said Yates, with tone of
satisfaction, when he had finished the
reading. "What do you think Of that?"
The professor frowned, but did not
answer The boy, who partly saw