Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1902-04-26

dead. They had all left ST. Louis for Ar
menia, via what route was not stated, for
their old home across the sea, where par
dons and honors awaited them. The names
were all there. great long odd names dates,
places, details, everything Martin was
delighted. He showed 1t by giving tie en-
terprising Mac the hotel run for Tuesday.
But that column of highly interesting news
had come solely from Macs imagination.
reinforced by names obtained from the
Persian rug catalogue and the office atlas.
When Bob Groves. the Times hotel man,
came before the seat or Judgment Tuesday
morning, Fisher. city editor, regarded him
coldly and assigned him to his usual run.
"the hotels" without comment.
Groves knew that Macs story must have
been pure pipe" and if Fisher had not the
eyes to see that, too, why he, Groves, would
cay nothing. But he was worried. The
care OF Jim, a sick younger brother, cut
deep into his skinny, little SIS q week
salary.
That day Groves tried hard to find legiti-
mate news, but there was nothing sensa-
tional to be had. In the Planters, however,
he caught a man from Calcutta, and OBJ
tanned a very readable half column. Late
IN the afternoon Mac strolled into the same
hotel and began to pour over the two reg
listers.
Calcutta" he unused Calcutta P-m-m
Don't have a man from Calcutta every day.
Is this fellow-whats his name-Kilborn.
in the house?" he asked Of Hendricks, the
clerk.
Mop Gone a hour ago. Times man
saw him though"
He didP' jumped Mac. 'Hu-m-m-gh!
What's he look like?'
Tall well dressed, bout fifty, gray hair,
smooth face, tanned, of course; dark eyes,
I think. Looks like banker or business
man." replied Hendricks. as he rearranged
his diamond.
That was all Mac wanted. Two hours
later he handed a mountain of copy to
Martin. The city editor read the first pa ge
with official Indifference, the second stiff
l. t. III ol1;r % rI,n =
page his corncob pipe went out and when
he had eye-raced down the last sheet he
yelled;
'Macr In came Mac like a six-foot
Cupid.
he asked, with corkscrew look.
TITS straight" the culprit answered. as
guilelessly as could Moses, the cub" re-
porter just out of the high school.
Now. no piping about this, you know,
Mac. This is whale Of a story. Itn go
all over the country. It's a cracker-jack."
Then to Macs horror, Martin began to
give orders: "a whole page, six-column
scare head in four-inch type-turn the
artists loose on It." That was all Mac
could stand. The deed had been done; Mac
fed to Theodor's little German restaurant
wink of sleep did he get that night. His
pillow was as hot as the bed was hard. and
by daylight he was up and out.
He bought a Times and the Record from
the one-legged fellow who always held
down the corner by the post office. There
was his story. as bare-faced a pipe
dream" as was ever penned. smeared all
over the first page and overlowed to the
second. 1t told Of q new kind OF tea, 9
hybrid formed In hothouses in the Claybe
district Of India. in the remote back coun
try, tea that was to be introduced to the
western world by Nabob Kilborn, just from
Calcutta for that very purpose. The price
was to be $28 pound, but only one small
cup Of the magic brew was needed t
transport the drinker to cloud realms o.
bliss, so far above the opium dreamer
seventh heaven that those celestial regions
would seem like q dark subcellar. AND
there were the dreams all outlined in cold
merciless type. De Quincy vas certalnl!
writhing in his grave, for that story tolS
Of great level bands Of light, trembling ant
blowing one above the other to the zenitl