The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1901-06-16

and came back-to the cabinet. There's
lineman at the door He's got to come
up to look over the wires. The explo-
sion has mixed up some Of them"
What are you going to do? I've got
to get this stuff in somehow Bates
look was almost threatening.
I'D lose my job if the lineman found
you here"
Cant I hide in that closet until he
goes; he won't be long, will hep
I wouldn't dare risk it, replied the
operator hastily. But I've an idea
can get you out without him seeing you
But I've got to get the biggest end
OF this story in yet" The reporters un-
der lip was quiYering
you can telephone from t2Te livery
stable. It's on the block below and is
open all night. Grab up your papers and
follow me" With that the operator
quietly led the way down the stairs to the
second floor. A door stood open on
landing Slip in there. said the youth
until the lineman gets up stairs. then
sneak out =
'AIl right" returned Bates, as he
thrust bill in the others hand and
pressed it warmly. you've done me a
great favor-I wont forget YOU"
The operator winked and slid down the
balusters.
minute later Bates tiptoed down the
creaky fight, holding his breath as he
went. He opened the street door care
fully and closed it softly after him, then
hurried along the street to the livery
stable. A sleepy groom admitted M
remarking that he was the third reporter
VINO had been there that night.
Bates stepped into the telephone box
UP in the exchange MIR. Central" was
holding the wire for him and the big
end of the story, which no other paper
had even hint Of The fact that the
plot was soon startling every one in the
Globe office. from the copy boy to the
managing editor
1t was great story and the city editor
was only waiting to see Bates to con-
gratulate him. He would not let the re-
porter go now.
Sage wondered why on that day above
all others, Bates should be late. He grew
impatient as the hours passed ND still
no sign of the reporter. The city editor
was on the point of sending the copy to
Bates address when he entered the Of
flee.
Sage did not notice that tie reporter
was unusually pale. and that his look
was Wilder than ever; he merely gi lnced
up from the proof sheets before him
and said: sit down, Bates; l want to
talk to YOU
Though the reporter hardly aeemed to
near the others words, he sank into a
cnar. Ihere was something hopeless In
ms attitude; something tragic in his
lock
The city editor went on, scrutinizing
the proofs as he talked: you've beaten
the town today, Bates. 1t was a rafting
coca story, yours want you to stay
with US. Now there ought to be a good
foIioW story in that explosion. It's more
tban likely the Bed Rock authorities
nave made other arrests. I'm going to
send you out there"
Bates was silent. Sage wheeled around
IN his char and looked at the reporter.
lie found him studying the pattern in
the lnoleum
Well, well!' The city EDITOR was a
bit impatient
Bates looked up with start. He had
scarce noticed Sage's words.
Il want a little money" said the re-
porter abruptly.
want" 80
Hundred dollars"
hundred dollars! What do you need
with hundred dollars?"
Bury my wife!" The reporters tone
was unnatural, hard, cold: oulv his ewes
revealed his misery
Sage stared at him a moment yvhor
ne spoke 1t was not the dapper little CIV
edltor, with the red carnation in his hut
tonnole and nose for news: It was the
husband, the father, the man. 1T will
De all right about the money. I'm sorry.
very sorry old man; I didn't even know
she was ILL.,
only six weeks
The city editor understood now wbv
Bates had been incompetent. pWhat
was the trouble. Harry?' It meant
something for Sage to call a man bv his
Christian name
boy!" Bates monotone was nm
canny was u1'
Sage laid his hand on the reporters
arm. t
They were both silent for a moment.
then the city editor spoke: 1.-THE bow
eh-hell live, I hope?'
Bates nodded his head
Sage was the city editor again with
the RED carnation and the nose for newsi
he turned to Bates and remarked.
GU re the only man who should cover
that story-you know the ground thor
oughly"
Bates chin was sunk on his chest He
replleo without raising his head: What's
the use? I've nothing to work for noUv,''
How about the boy?"
Inc reporter started as though Soma
thlng had stung him. That's sol" he
muttered 81 no
lie picked up a handful Of COW nanar
and walked out of the Office p~'i0'