Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1902-04-12
FROsTBURG, Md, SATURDAY, APRIL IL, 1902.
much OF that business as any one did,

much OF that business as any one did.
guess"
"And do you mean to tell me that
such thing as that Is only worth
three or four lines of copy? Didn't you
make any attempt to find out who the
man was or get any story out of him.
Chester was getting angry now. Stan
ley's voice came clearly across the
hush that lay on the room.
well, you see. Mr.. Chester, it didn't
strike me that that business amounted
to so very much. Any man would have
done the same thing Don't you think
so?"
The city editor was now fairly rous-
ed and his voice rang like clarion.
"Why. good Lord, man, don't you know
that The News and The Reporter will
evcrlastingly scoop MS on this PROPOSE
ton? Here's man hat takes his life
into his bare hands II do a brave thing
to save three women from being
burned aivc-and because you fall
down on the story you try to bclittle
the whole thing! You ought to be
ashamed, sir! Why, tomorrow morn
ing the whole city will be ringing with
that mans nnme and here we are high
and dry and scooped all because 1t
didn't strike you as amounting to
much"
The young man was pale, and he
mopped at his forehead with his hand
kerchief. but when he spoke his voice
was steady.
81 don't think we'll be scooped this
time" said he. THE man slipped away
from them all. They haven't any more
idea of where he Is now than-you
have, Mr.. Chester"
GLOW do you know that?' raped
out the city editor. 81 suppose you
know who he is and all about it, eh?'
YES" said the young man very
quictly;"I know who he is
The city editor leaned back in his
chair and stared. fairly gasping for
breath.
"Well. I'm damned said he at
length. "And you can stand there and
tell me that you knew who this man
was and yet you made no attempt
whatever to get the story"
Stanley bowed his dead without
word.
"Then all I've got to say to you Is
that you've botched this business in
way that ought to cverlaStingly dis
grace the youngest cub reporter on the
street"
Stanley stood moment, swaying
slightly. and then, putting out hand
to steady himself he spoke:
81 guess you're right, Mr.. Chester"
said he. II know as we'll as you can
tell me that | haven't shown any abil-
ity in this line Of work. You've been
very patient with me, and l appreciate
it. don't suppose there will be any
need for me to- write out a resignation.
will therc?" And. turning. he walked
out of the room.
The sporting editor caught him at
the head of the stairs and laid kindly
hand on the boys shoulder.
Harry. old man. I'm awfully sorry
am for n fact. Don't take what Ches-
ter said too much to heart. Hes away
off tonight anyway. But why didn't
you tell him who the man was, Har-
ry:"
The younger man put out his hand.
but WINGED at the grip that met it.
Joe" said he. 81 know I'm not cut
out for this business. and it's Just as
well quit it now as later. only-only
I'm sorry had to fall down so hard.
1t wasn't because didn't know it
would have made a good story. butt
cant give the mans name"
The sporting editor spoke quickly:
"Why. man. your hand is bleeding!
Let's have look at it,"
Across the palm and the joints of the
fingers ran deep parallel cuts. and as
the sporting editor bent over them a
great light came to him. Their eyes
met, and the older mans were full of
tears.
He strobe back to the editorial rooms
"Chestcr.' he called, and the city edi-
tor looked up. "We've got the mans
name. and. by heavens. it's more than
scoop for u.s.