Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1902-04-02

He was sorry he had boasted Of that
fifty.
About o'clock that afternoon tho
purser of the st. Paul was working
over his passenger list when Paul
sauntered in.
81 want to introduce myself as Paul
Frederick of the New York Globe" he
announced. NO" as the purser pick
ed up passenger list; you won't find
my name there. That's why I'm here.
Mr. Carson, our managing editor Of
the evening edition, found it necessary
that | should sail on this steamer As
| saw him on the street and we had
no time to go back to the Office. man
will meet me at Southampton with my
passage money. Now, want good
berth and, if possible, a seat at the
table with Philbrick. You fix me out,
and I'll give you sendoff in The
Globe that will make your hair curl
like kid glove on hot stove. Have
one?'
The purser bit off The end of the
proffered cigar as he reached for the
plan of the dining saloon. Presently
he looked up with a smile. Il guess
we can fix it," he announced 81 can
put you at the right of Miss Philbrick.
Here is your card, and l will instruct
the table steward. BY the way, l can
give you a stateroom near the Phil
hti,. lie IA 10
no thanks. I'm only too glad to oblige
The Globe. Drop in on me any time
| can give you plenty of good stories."
Paul went back on deck with self
satisfied smile. He was only sorry
that his table seat was next the
daughter instead of the father, but
she might be a good way of reaching
the old chap.
At dinner he quite forgot to be sorry
Miss Philbrick had bewitching blue
eyes and a smile that made copper
trusts seem of small Importance. He
congratulated himself that here was
the chance to combine business and
pleasure.
That night in the smoking room he
borrowed So from the purser and won
forty. The next day success still fa-
vored him.
81 could make nice little pile this
trip" he said to himself, "for l am
staying in luck, if | did not have tc
give so much time to Philbrick-and
his daughter
Whether the latter occupation was
business or pleasure he did not trouble
to explain, even to himself.
All was hustle in The Globe office.
1t was just after -, and the night
editor was standing by the telegraph
desk. Fenton, tire head of the London
office, had cabled that the ST. Paul was
due at her dock by in the morning.
Allowing for the difference in time,
the story, if Frederick had secured it,
should be coming in. At the adjoin-
ing table the operator was reeling off
small paragraphs. Suddenly he looked
at the editor.
Here it comes,' he said quietly.
"The cable office is calling" And he
reached for fresh pile of paper.
The night editor leaned over his
shoulder then to read the first few
sentences. Then he rushed to the
speaking tube leading to the mechanic
al department. Save two columns on
the first page" he called to the makeup
man. "Frederick' story is coming in
full Then he lit cigar and went
back to the telegraph desk to see that
the cable got away quickly to the copy
readers. Rapidly the operator took
down the long dispatch, which told in
condensed form much of the plans of
the copper magnate.
1t was the first full story that had
been printed. Finally the operator
marked the tailpiece which indicated
the end Of story. Then he laughed
as he reached for a fresh sheet, and
this is what he wrote:
Carson, Globe, New York:
Story scoop. Am guarding Philbrick from other
boys. Got story and won the girl. Engaged to
Miss Phbrick. Smokes on me.
We'll" laughed Carson the next
morning as he read the dispatch, Il
guess Frederick made a double scoop."