The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1896-10-05

! rupted He had hardly entered the
camp, however, when the man who had
given him the main facts in the murder
story called him aside.
Say, stranger, do you want another
story: Since you re III the biz you might
as we'll have all that's goin, and there :
a cussed lot of it round these diggin' :
Jest at present. We're suspicionin, Jack
and me, that thay's gang o counter
feiters back in the mountains some ers-
You know that Teller you met on the
road yesterday? Well, he's one o 'em,
er | miss my guess. He didn I want you
up here. Mistook you fer government
chap. See?''
Bob grew interested. He wasn't par
ticularly anxious for another scoop, bat
neither was he in the habit of letting Z
good story. escape him. The result was
quiet investigation, eliciting proof
that the miners suspicious were cor
rect. Several days later scare head
topped a three column article from The
Meteor's correspondent at Jimtown.
Then followed visit to Rocky Canyon
of posse of government officials and a
raid on the den. The Meteor had
scoop daily, and The Telegram and The
correspondents to this interesting scene
of action. But Bob had the advantage
of precedence, and the rival scribes
found themselves unable to get at the
facts which The Meteor published regu-
larly.
The close of Bob's vacation found him
in the midst of the government raid,
and a telegram from The Meteor's man
aging editor complimented him on his
good work and requested him TO remain
at Jimtown until further orders.
One night belated traveller was
sleeping peacefully, rolled up in a
blanket under a tree, nine miles from
Jack Doolan's mining camp. His horse
was tethered near by. Toward morning
the sleeper was gently aroused by the
sudden Tightening of rope about his
waist, pinioning his arms to his sides.
He looked up to see four men, two of
whom might have been recognized as
members of the counterfeiters' gang,
who had somehow escaped the ends of
justice, and for whose recapture heavy
reward was now waiting. The others
were strangers TO him III the main facts
in the murder case, and remained in the
background, though no one of the four
seemed at all timid about being OBJ
served.
The prisoner saw at once that he was
known, but he waited silently for the
announcement of his fate.
$50 you're the chap who brought the
boobies down on we uns, air your be-
gan the recognized leader tauntingly.
Come up here and spied into what wus
~ n r n Tod
Do you know the fate o the spy?''
The man remained silent.
well, they says their prayers; so if
you've got any messages to wire up'ard
you better be about it, cause this 'ere
station closes in about three minutes. -
The prisoner felt the rope slipping to-
ward his chin. Already the other end
was over limb of the tree under which
he lay. He set his teeth firmly, threw
out his arms in final, desperate, al
most unconscious struggle-then it was
over.
The Meteor went to press early. The
Firefiy and The Rocket held open late
for further particulars of mysterious
lynching that occurred in the Rocky
Canyon district the previous night. The
Meteor knew nothing OF the event until
the rival papers announced in loaded
lines that another horrible crime had
been committed i'll the celebrated Rocky
Canyon. A gentleman, whose name had
not been ascertalned, but VINO was
thought to be a government official,
had been found by members of Jack
Doolan's mining camp hanging to a
tree several miles from Jimtown. Indi-
cations pointed to the escaped counter
feiters as the perpetrators of the deed.
For the first time The Meteor's cor
respondent at Jimtown was scooped.
The Meteor couldn't understand it.
Message after message, wired to Bob
Long, Jimtown, was reported undeliv
cred. The Meteor's editor grew desper-
ate Then, as it neared time for another
edition and no story came of the lynch
ing, he determined TO satisfy himself
and his readers ON one point at least.
He sent brief message to the operator
at Jimtown, 'tWlo was that jay who
was lynched up there the other night?''
Immediately the wires licked back,
Bob Long brooklyn Citizen.
The Beech.
There are some of our best native
trees which seem to be Systematically
ignored in park and lawn planting,
One is the beech, than which there is
no better or more beautiful lawn tree.
The branches are long and graceful, the
leaves have a peculiarly bright color,
the buds are long, pointed and polished
and the bark Of the trunk and larger
limbs lights up the shade Of the thick
foliage in dark days and shines in the
winter with pinkish light under clear
skies. It requires a good deal of room