Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1902-04-12

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The sporting editor stood at the win
Ilow and drummed on the sash with bis
pencil. Three blocks away, over the
roofs of Newspaper row, column or
flame shot into the night. and the clanS
of hurrying engines rose sharply from
the gathering streets below.
Great Jehoshaphat. That's a big
fire, Chester, close too. Who's got it:'
The city editor came to the window.
COPY in hand, and tlattened his nose
against the pane.
''Shc is a roarcr, isn't she? | sent
Young Stanley out on that. l didn't
know it was going to be n big thing or
I'd sent some one else. Looks like
more than he can handle, I'm afraid
The sporting editor ceased his tap
ping on the windov and turned to the
speaker.
Say, Ches, what's the matter with
the youngster anyway? From the way
he shaped up at first | thought he was
going to make top notchcr, but Eddy
Rice Of The News and Tim Barnes OF
The Reporter skin him alive whenever
they're out on the same assignments.
| don't understand it. And he was such
a big help to me last winter with that
football stuff too; knew all the team
like a book; played on one of 'em year
before last if you remember. Hes as
steady as 4 clock and as willing as
boy can be, yet every time he gets
chance to do something big he goes up
in the air
81 know that" said the city editor.
This is strictly on the q. t., but the
old man sent for me only last night to
talk to me about that very thing. lie
says the boy hasn't shown any natural
aptitude for newspaper work, and un-
less he makes good he'll have to be
dropped" And the city editor went
back to his blue pencil again.
From down the smoky street came
the muflicd roar of human voices. The
sporting editor threw up the window
and leaned out.
"Checring. by George, Hear 'em,
Chester? There must be something do
ing down there; fireman making
grand stand play most likely. l can
see your scare head tomorrow. Our
Brave Fire Laddies.' IIeyT'
Ten minutes later one Of the office
boys dashed in breathless and excited.
Say, Mr.. Chester, you otter been
down tn street There's three women
up on tn top floor of tn building
what's atire, an everybody thinks
they're goners, cause tn streets is
tore up wit sewers, an tn firemen
can't get in there wit tn towers. \
man gets through tn ropes an runs
across tn street wit his coat over his
head an before they could nab him in
he goes at tn front door. TIL next we
saw of him he was up on tn roof
a-lettin' down a piece Of rope to tn
window where tn women was. TIL
rope was only a short one, an so he
hauls 'em up on tn roof where he Is,
an then we sees what he is goin' to do.
You know tn three story brick what's
next door? Well, thcy's wire runs
from tn top of tn big buildin' down to
tn brick on a slant, about So" And
here Bobby indicated an angle of about
- degrees. ''IIe bitches tn llttlest wo-
man on to this wire wit piece of
rope an cuts her loose. | didn't watch,
because | was scared 1t wouldn't hold
her. but it did, an she got down all
right. Then he sends tn next one
down. Nobody said a word. We was
Just holdin' our breath. While he was
tyin' on tn last woman tn whole in
sides of tn buildin' caves in, an l
thought they was both gone for sure,
but when tn smoke clears away there
he is way on til edge of tn wall, wi
fire all around him, and tn last woman
is half way down. Tn rest of tn rope
he was savin' for himself must have
went down into tn fire, for he looks
around for it just once an then swings
out an comes down that wire hand
over hand like a circus actor. When
tn crowd saw that he was a-goin' to
make it all right. they cut loose, an |
bet you could have heard 'em over in
Jersey. They swarms around tn brick
buildin' to meet him when he comes
down, but somehow he makes a clean
getaway, an there don't nobody know
who he is nor nOthin'."
And Bobby paused for breath, much
abashed to find that every one had
drawn near to listen.
The city editor threw up his hands
and grOancd.
"Now. isn't it just my luck to send
Stanley out on story like that? Why
Billy Kimball would have got three
columns ont of that, besides a signed
Interview with this unknown person
rnd maybe picture OF him thrown in.
Dexter, you 90 out and get what you
ran of this, will you?'
An hour afterward tall broad
rhouldcred young fellow came quietly
into the room and laid bunch of copy
on the city editors desk. Chester look
ell up and nodded n greeting, his prac-
ticcd fingers air lady sorting the pencil
ed sheets.
Looks Il little sloppy, don't it?" said
he What's this-blOOd?"
The young man dived his hands into
his coat pockets and replied hurriedly.
"Yps. I'm afraid 1t does look little
that way, but cut my hand down
there. and | haven't had time yet to
have IL fixed up
Chester had reached the bottom
sheet, ana when he spoke again his