The Savannah morning news. (Savannah, Ga.) 1900-current, 1902-04-27

/ with both hands-Mac ventured into
the Record office.
Martin regarded him with soul-ex-
tracing gaze which Mac returned with
a guilelessness truly artistic
"Aheml Mac-e'r-your story this
morning doesn't seem to agree with
that of the Times"
THAT SOP asked Mac with sudden
interest. Where is the Times ?-Ah,
yes" He ran his eye down the mild
little half-column as if he did not know
every word of it. "U-um! They seem
to have missed the story altogether"
Mac could feel Martins look braiding
mis- eye lashes. but he never quailed.
Mac, this story has been ordered
sent to New York-from there to Eu-
rope. ,It'n be translated into all kinds
of heather lingo. Straight? Is it?"
For a minute Mac hesitated. He felt
the edge of the executive ak just on
the edge Of his collar; he was sorely
tempted to lie out of it, but all he said
was rather puZzling:
Il won't insult your intelligence"
That was as far as he could go, for
Martin chilled the rest with:
Sorry, .Mac--go get your pay"
Without a word Mac did so. AS he
was counting the fraction of his week s
!
| the hall and away for the Postal Union
with an unblotted telegram under his
/ cap.
At that very moment a sedate, keen
/ eyed man sat in the Founders Hotel in
! Pittsburg. rs this Mr.. Kilborn of Cal
/ cutta?" asked a suave youth. The
/ gentleman looked up, said quietly:
1T is, and surveyed a score of other
more or less suave youths thanking and
backing his questioner.
They were all reporters, who had
descended on the Calcutta shipbuilder
like a swarm of grasshoppers. The
! spokesman silently handed Kilborn a
copy of the st. Louis Record received
at the Office an hour before under spe-
clal delivery stamp.
AS the man from India read that flo
rid page his face was kaleidoscope of
emotions Amusement gave way to
anger, anger softened into amusement,
then followed a shrewd calm of calcu-
lation.
rs that correct?" asked half a dozen
reporters at once.
Kilborn said nothing, he was smiling
oddly at them, thinking rapidly.
Yes, sir, it is" he answered at last.
II o. X. every word of ft."
They rained verbal interrogation
points at him, but he waved them all
to the cigar stand with smiling silence,
paid the bill for all, slipped into the
elevator, beamed down through the lat
tice for an upshootng instant on
twenty kindling cigars, and vanished.
Then the news dripped from twenty
fertile pens and was licked to all parts
of the world.
And things were doing in the Times
Office that noon. Groves came in red
| eyed, after an all-night watch over his
coughing brother. Fisher was wild.
Here you!" he yelled, as he shook
a copy OF the Record in Groves drawn,
honest face. Get out of here. There's
the story, you idiot. You've let me
be scouped on the best story in months,
you fool. Git
AS Groves moWed bewildered down
the hall for the last time, Roberts. the
managing editor, broke out of the ele-
vator and went by him like snow
plow
1t meant artillery for Fisher A city
! editor must stand for all the sins of the
| local force. Although there was no
love lost between Groves and the "Old
Man" and never had been, yet the in
suited, discharged reporter felt sorry
for this superior during the next half
hour. He felt that his lack Of news in
stinct-which is utterly unforgivable in
! a reporter had been the cause of all
the trouble. Yet hguEV as he might,