The Bourbon news. [volume] (Paris, Ky.) 1895-19??, 1900-06-29
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ridge" said the city editor. The Star
is certain to play it mp. Hustle out and
| get your bearings, and then telephone in
for wilkins to join you and make some
sketches. Find out all you can about
| the woman who was killed, and if she
was good looking get picture Of her
The young reporter hurried out on the
murder story just telephOnedtin from tie
central station. He saw Briggs Of The
Star and two or three Of the other pa
pers' representatives on a Clark street
car. and he ran and swung on to the
train just asst entered the tunnel. Fall
down on the story he kept repeating
TO himself. We'll. / should say notr'
And he began planning a lead for his re-
port that should eclipse every other. He
kept away from the other men purposely
and lost sight Of them when. they trans
ferred AT North avenue.
The murdered woman still lay in a lit
tie wood colored house down by the river.
Ii had been terrible crime, and the pO-
lice. bafiicd at first, were now keen as a
pack Of hounds on the murderer's trail.
| Burridse was going to look in on the
sQualid place where the victim lay and
then join the man hunt. The other re-
! pOrters. with the excitement Of the chase
F.
Burridge found a crowd Of scared looking
people around the hut, but they were SUI
pcrStitious and afraid Of the unshriven
/ dead and had not been in
He pushed his way through to the door
and entered The dreadful shape lay on
B the floor where it had fallen when the
struggle was over. He glanced and turn
ed faint with horror Ii she proved TO be
/ good looking. he was to get a picture OF
1 her. But 30 one could tell what that
/ blood yelled face had been by looking at
il now.
He saw 4 picture in a tawdry frame
on the wall-a girls weak, pretty face
below which was written: Minnie. with
love 10 Arthur" Minnie" That had
been her name. But Arthur
He stulfc~ the picture in his pocket.
Perhaps here was a clew the police might
make use Of. Anyway. it would furnish
new material for conjecture in his paper.
He must hurry now and turn that in.
Every minute counted now. He turned
TO the door. then stopped suddenly. A
mufiied wall came from an inner room.
He struck the door and then stared
around hlankly He could not see any
living thing. But, an. There was a heap
of clothes in the middle Of the bed. He
lifted them and found a baby where it
4 had been hidden as the last thought of
. that poor doomed mother outside.
The child must have been there all
night. 1t was a wonder that il had not
smOthered. BurridSe took it up in his
arms and the little seeking mouth caught
his check. The reporter felt that ap-
peal and forgot his newspaper. He went
out carrying the baby in his arms and
tried tn induce the women at the gate to
take it and feed it.
But they drew away from il in dread.
Not one would even touch the helpless
innocent that was now crying with hun
ger.
! A milk cart was going by. and Bur
ridge hailed il and re-entered the house
with a bottle Of milk. He stepped gin
gerly over the blood stained floor and.
with the little one still cuddled in his
arm. hunted for a cup 10 put the milk in.
The dishes were neatly disposed in the
little pantry. and soon he found a cup
which he filled and presented with some
ceremony.
'Here yOu are. little chap" he said.
"Take 3 drink OF this and you'll feel bet
ter"
But the baby gurgled and choked until
its pulgy features were purple, and the
young man suddenly realized that there
must be some other method Of procedure.
He gravely tasted the milk himself and
then lighted the gas range and put the
cup over the fame.
TOO cold for you. wasn't it. old man?'
he said sympathetically. Then. when
the right temperature had been reached.
he turned out the blaze and after a mo-
ment's thought went to find a spoon.
Slowly the warm milk trickled down the
little throat. and soon the baby rewarded
him with the cOOes Of cOntentment. He
glanced at the dead woman and again at
the child.
Il can't leave you here. partner" he
said. Come on: we'll see where we can
60" With the baby in his arms he
went out and visited one asylum and
refuge after another. but not one would
take the baby in. Ii was almost night
before he finally found shelter for the
poor little stranger. and when he went
down town the last edition Of the paper
was on the street.
"Well. / must face the music" he said
IN himself. with the sinking Of the heart
every newspaper man experiences. soon
or late. when he has to explain" things
/ 70 his chief.
The city editor looked mp as he came
in and handed him a little slip Of paper
Heres al order ..sn tAe e&shier for
your salary. BuE-idge," he said "Fhere
won't be any need of your showing up
again"
Then his righteous anger rushed into
his voice as he fired the parting shot at
the reporter who had FALLEN down"
a man who will let his paper get
scooped on a big story like that has no
right 10 ever write 4 liner'
Burridge went out, sick with humilia-
ton and chagrin.
"Well. this finishes me in this town."
he said 10 himself; 'but. by George, l
don't see how I could have left that little
chap up there alonew And mechanically
he took the car that went in the direction
Of the new residence Of the baby.-Chi-
| caGo Journal.