The Black Hills union and western stock review. [volume] (Rapid City, S.D.) 1904-19??, 1906-02-09
THE GENTLEMAN WITH
THE ORIGINAL" STORY
What He Did While the Whole
Reportorial Staff Was
Gone. 4.=.
OFFICE BOY AT THE HELM
Wanted TO Please Everybody, but In
sisted on Being Permitted to Sc
cure the Score by
Innings.
OFFICE BOY AT THE HELM
From ,he Kansas Civ Sta,

From the Kansas City Sta.
The Reds and the Browns We're tied
FOR first place in the league race for
the pennant. All of the fans about
4 town We're predicting that the present
series of three games ought 10 settle
the question as 20 which of the lead
ers would be entitled to fly the piece
of red and yellow bunting.
| 'Wraddles, / wish. you would take
care of the office while l am gone,
| said Hawkins, the city editor Of the
Daily Boomerang. He lighted Il cigar
and started out into the hall to join
the bunch of upstairs editors and writ
ers who We're going to the game. And
say Traddles," he called back to the
Keep the bulletin service going. for this
whole town has gone baseball mad
Sure, Mr.. Hawkins Traddles am
swered cheerily. So that is how it
| happened that the Office boy was the
only person left that afternoon to rep
resent the Daily Boomerang in an ed
norial capacity.
The telephone bell kept ringing with
calls from people who asked about the
game, what time it would he called
who would pitch for the opposing
teams, who would likely win, and
wasn't this ladies' day.
Put all of these calls on another
wire, or answer them yourself Trad
dies said to the Daily Boomerang CEN
trail. IF this thing keeps up we won't
be able to get the score from the park
| by innings"
Traddles was looking at the pictures
In magazine during short breath
ing spell when he beheld a. tall man
wearing a long black coat with the
sleeves Worn to Il shine, a standup col
lar, u white tie and a high silk hat that
had evidently seen its best days long
| ago.
II have a little article for the paper
the tall man said, looking at the office
boy over his glasses, which had slid
down near the tip of his nose.
"The city editor is not in, but you
can leave it and 1 will submit it to
him." Traddles said politely.
| II will sit down here and write it out,
if you have no objections"
Certainly; take this desk and make
yourself comfortable; here is some pa
per and a pencil"
II like this sort of a thing, writing
for the paper; it is such IL splendid
vehicle for the dissemination of knowl-
edge" the tall man said. But l some
times think you ought to leave out a
good deal of that trash and fill the pa
per full of liVelier matter. But then
suppose you cannot afford to carry 3,
| force of writer's large enough TO do
that"
The telephone rang. ,.0.'
Nothing, nothing in TIC first: Reds
nothing. Browns two in the second"
Tridales gave the message To u boy.
VINO took II downstairs to the bulletin
writer. The crowd was gathering out
| side. A groan ran through it when the
bulletin was posted. Couldn't hit Il
flock of balloons" one man was heard
to say. Rotten work, ~ boy cried
out.
4 Traddles' attention was attracted by
60.
room. He turned around and a vision
Of loneliness greeted his eyes. Two
pretty summer girls We're smiling ut
him. They wore fluffy gowns of blue
ard pink batiste and carried parasos
OF colors to match.
Boomerang office?" the eldest--the one
in pink-asked this in the sweetest Of
tones.
Yes. ma am, this is the city editors
ROOM" Traddles replied bowling.
''Weli-ah, wel-ah, we called--that is
we called to ask if any Of the report
ers are In
Her face was 2. picture of blushing
roses as, in her confusion. she looked
down at the floor and made zig-zag
marks OF it with the point of her para
/ sol!
VIII: don't you tell the gentleman
that we wish to see d reporter" the
i girl in blue said with an impatient toss
of her head.
ANY reporter in PARTICULAR. Trad
dies asked.
"Oh, no one in palticular--you see
we don't know the reporters.
II am sorry, but the reporters are all
out OH their work" Traddles was glad
| they We're out.
The tall man was writing away on
his original article. The crowd down
IN the street was growing impatient
3fe 10 n n Dit,t,, ~.
girl in pink said, pouting.
Yes, it is lnorrid," the girl in blue
said.
Perhaps & you want to leave am
item l can take It, TlGlddes suggested.
He felt hurt.
~ the paper We simply want IL, gaze
on the form and features of !. real live
reporter"
Traddles looked puzzled. The man
writing the original article was per-
spring. He took off his coat
1T is really too bad, ladies', but may
ask why you wish to see IA real live
reporter"
well, you see 1T is this way" the
i girl in pink said: Our sister who has
been teaching school out in Kansas has
written us that she has married re-
porter and we came mere just TO see
what q reporter looks like"
"Oh. l underestimate said Traddles
"But you should know that the re-
porters out in Kansas are not like
the reporters who work on this paper.
They are of :; different Short
horns or something like that"
The tall man writing the original
article was removing his collar and tie.
Traddles manager to catch the girl in
blue in time to save her from falling,
while the girl in pink ran screaming
from the room. istg
TT was only ;winge of pain.,. she
! gaSDed as the people from the blIsi.
| ness office came running In and saw
! her seated in the chair With Traddlea
/ tanning her with a folded newspaper.
i didn't hear you ringing ,rraddIes
1 told the telephone girl. Nothing, notl1-
4 ing i'll the third. same in the fourth"
4 Something blew into the local room.
Show me the editor of this paper
! and will whip the life out of him in
less time than it takes to tell it,
! Traddles saw IA little why, dark fea-
1nred man with long black hair, sharp
| penetrating eyes and hands with fin
gers that looked like claws.
/ The editors and the fellows who run
the paper are out. and I am only the
office boy.
Reds two, Browns nothing in the
fifth"
! The crowd down in the street was