Greene County herald. (Leakesville, Miss.) 1898-current, 1899-07-13

Ine master OF thirty millions bowed
his head meekly and followed Suzanne;
and thin, high voice on the upper
landing of the great white-wood square
staircase cried; "What is It? What
has happened?"
No doors could keep out the shrek
that rang through the echoing house
moment later, when her husband
blurted out the news.
"And that's all right" said the doc
tor, serenely, to the typewriter.
"About the only medical statement in
novels with any truth to it is that Joy
don't kill, Miss Kinney"
''I knew it; but we've a heap to do
first" Miss Kinney was from Mil
waukee, somewhat direct in speech,
and as her fancy leaned towards the
secretary, she OWNED there was work
in hand. He was looking earnestly at
the vast roller map of America on the
wall.
"Milsom, we're going right across.
Private car-straight through-Bos-
ton. Fix the connections" shouted
Cheyne down the staircase.
81 thought so."
The secretary turned to the type
writer, and their eyes met tout of that
was born a story-nothing to do with
this story. She looked inquiringly,
doubtful of his resources. He signed
to her to move to the Morse as q gen
eral brings brigades into action. Then
he swept his hand musician-wise
through his hair, regarded the ceiling,
and set to work, while Miss Kinzey's
white fingers called up the Continent
of America.
"K. II. Wade, Los Angeles-the
Constance is at Los Angeles, isn't
she, Miss Kinsey?"
yep" Miss Kinney nodded be-
tween clicks as the secretary looked
at his watch.
"Ready? Send Constance, private
car, here, and arrange for special to
leave here Sunday in time to connect
with New York Limited at Sixteenth
street, Chicago, Tuesday next"
Click-click-click! Couldn't you
better that?"
"Not on those grades. That gives
'em sixty hours from here to Chicago.
They won't gain anything by taking a
special east of that. Ready? Also
arrange with Lake Shore and Michigan
Southern to take Constance on New
York Central and Hudson River Buff
falo to Albany, and B. and A. the same
Albany to Boston. Indispensable
should reach Boston Wednesday even
ing. Be sure nothing prevents. Have
also wired Canniff, Toucey, and Barnes.
Sign, Cheyne."
Miss Kinney nodded, and the secre-
tary went on.
Now then. Canniff, Toucey, and
Barnes, of course. Ready2 Canniff,
Chicago. Please take my private car
Constance from Santa Fe at Sixteenth
street next Tuesday p. M, On N. Y.
Limited through to Buffalo and de-
liver N. Y. G. for Albany. Ever bin to
N'York, Miss Kinney? Well go some
day.-Ready? Take car Buffalo to AL
bany on Limited Tuesday p. m. That's
for Toucey."
Haven't bin to Moo York, but I
know that" with toss Of the head.
"Beg pardon. Now, Boston and AL
bany, Barnes, same Instructions from
Albany through to Boston. Leave
three-fvep. m. (you needh'twire that)
arrive nine-fve p. m. Wednesday.
That covers everything Wade will Go,
but it pays to shake up the managers. "
"It's great" said Miss Kinney, with
look of admiration. This was the
kind of man she understood and APP
preciated.
CIT is MT bad," said Nilsson, mod
estly. "Now any one but me would
have lost thirty hours and spent a
week working out the run, instead Of
handing him over to the Santa Fe
straight through to Chicago"
"But see here, about that Moo York
Limited. Chauncey Depew himself
could MT hitch his car to her," Miss
Kinney suggested, recovering herself.
eyes, but this isn't Chauncey. It's
Cheyne-lightning. It goes
"Even SO. Guess we'd better wire
the boy. You've forgotten that, any
how"
"I'll ask"
When he re turned with the fathers
message bidding Harvey meet them in
Boston at an appointed hour, he found
Miss Kinney laughing over the keys.
Then Nilsson laughed, too, for the
frantic clicks from Los Angeles ran:
"We want to know why-why-why2
General uneasiness developed and
spreading"
Ten minutes later Chicago appealed
to Miss Kinney in these words: "If
crime of century is maturing please
warn friends in time. We are all get
ting to cover here.
This was capped by message from
|. Topeka land wherein Topeka was con-
cerned even Nilsson could not guess:
"Don't shoot, Colonel. ''Well come
down"
Cheyne smiled grimly at the con-
sternation of his enemies when the
kilograms were laid before him. They
think we're on the war path. Tell