The Montgomery tribune. (Montgomery City, Mo.) 1892-1910, 1904-06-03

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my desk when Tom Riley, one of
our best reporters, came in.
"I've not been able to get hold
of anything new regarding that
L.yster natter he said. ut IL the
general impression tina. Lyster
has left the country"
"Don't give IL up I replied.
"You may be mistaken. and IL the
Herald across the way should
scoop us in this matter Col. Bent.
ley would never forgive u.s."
Mr.. Winthrop Forsythc Lystcr
was n defaultcr. He had held OF.
fees of public trust and was presi
dent of a bank. His dishonesty
had caused many poor people to
lose their all. lie had lived in the
most extravagant. manner on
money that did not belong to him.
Excitement ran high. Large re-
wards were offered for his appre.
tension. The reporters on both
the Times and the Herald werc at
their wits end for news of the de.
faulter. The Herald had that mo.
ment published an item Of trifling
interest that we did not have, and
Col. Bentley had written me a
sharp note about II.
There isn't n single new thing
to write about the ease" Riley
said To me. Every scrap Of real
information has been padded out
and Unpublished over aud over again.
and yet ] suppose that the public
and Col. Bentley will expect TO
find columns about IL in the Times
To morrow. Wouldn't | like TO
find that man, LISTER"
at would be- u great thing for
the Times" | said. ".And Col.
Bentley would show his apprccia.
ton in Il handsome way"
Riley went on his way. and | be.
gan the drudgcry Of looking over
and editing the pile of reporters
copy on my desk. II was Muggins'
work 10 bring the copy of the telc.
graphic press report from the telc.
graph Office four blocks distant.
He made n trip 10 that office every
half hour. II there was nothing
else To do between times. he and
Pip would curl up on n pile of cx.
changes in n corner and take n
brief nap. They looked forlorn
enough lying there ut three in the
morning. Muggins reused him.
self when the telegraph editor
called out from his desk:
"lIere you, Muggins, hustle over
10 the Office and get the rest of
that report. Guess you'll get it
all this time. Hope, so, anyhow"
Muggins and Pips went slowly
down the stairs. When they came
back Riley was with them. ITS
no use" said Riley. "Can't scare
up n new thing about L.ystcr."
This is the last of the telegraph
copy, sir" said Muggins. I'm go.
ing now, II YOU don't mind. I've Il
Dustin old headache"
$50 right along" I said.
where do you live, anyhow, Mug.
giDs?"
"Oh, hangs out mosta any place.
Just now ! got me n sweet of one
attic room and n cubby.holc over
in Grabtown. Heard of that Sc
lect subub, amt you?"
why, that's three miles from
here, boy"
at amt no less. But there's an
all'night n as far M Forest av.
enue, and | can walk the rest Of
the way in 10 minutes"
Muggins went out with his
usual polite Goodnight, sir" and
and Riley sat down at a table to
scratch or something about the
Lyster affair. An hour passed.
Riley and were alone in the Office
when Slawson came in for the last
page OF copy. Riley gave him all
he had been able to write, and we
were putting on our %overcoats to
go home when the door opened and
Muggins and Pips came in. The