Golden Valley chronicle. (Beach, Billings County, N.D.) 1905-1916, 1908-05-08

viously. "Now if I'd had that wire
Jehosophat!"
"'Wouldn't be true,'" quoted Bond
contemptuously. I'D make it true"
Rather" remarked Sturgess. "ll
would pay to start a shindy-pinch
one of the ballot boxes or something, ,.
| .Sturgess had tried hard to get the
Flasher work himself, and the fact
that this milk-and water youngster had
secured the coveted post CALLED him,
especially as it appeared that Sinclair
had no notion of making the most of
his opportunity. Suddenly he started
! and slapped his thigh.
Look here, you fellows" said he,
softly, "the Flasher wants stuff. This
man won't give it 'em. Why shouldn't
we?"
what! Send it on our own?" said
Bond, while Ricketts, first opened his
mouth and then closed it again with.
out word. They wouldn't take it.
Besides We couldn't do that. Sim
clair's their man, you know, after all"
Eyes, yes" said Sturgess, but what
I mean is, let us send it as though
from him-just bit of lark, you
know"
Bond whistled softly and Ricketts,
looked at the speaker with curious
expression in his eye.
1T will do him good" persisted
Sturgess. TN fact it will give him a
lift. The Flasher will get good stuff
I think we can guarantee that. SHINY
will get the credit and all will be
lovely"
"But it won't be true" quoted Rick
etts.
Sturgess laughed. It'll be better.
It will be readable. OF course they
may have to contradict something, but
they won't mind that. The stuff will
be on the front page one day and the
contradiction away down at the bot.
tom of the Money article the next"
tits rich idea," said Bond. 81
should work it out"
After some consultation a paragraph
was concocted, setting forth that the
home secretary, Lord Herbert Barra-
dene, was coming down from London
the following evening in order to place
his famous oEatorical powers at the
service of his old college friend Rich
ard Neller, the ministerial candidate
for Ripplestone, and it was sent to the
Flasher.
The next morning, Ricketts,, Stur-
CESS and Bond were at the hotel in
time to meet Sinclair sallying forth
from his bedroom in state of hope.
less bewilderment. A telegram had
come from the Flasher office-a most
enigmatical mysterious, maddening
telegram. Sinclair was quite encyclo.
pediacal in. his adjectives.
What is it this time? More ex-
citing details wanted?" queried Rick.
etts, spontaneously.
No, nothing of the kind. They were
actually praising him. The message
was brief-it said:
Congratulations Good stroke; no
other papers have it"
What did they mean? No othe,
papers had what? What was good
stroke? And Sinclair, collarless and
distraught, struck his forehead de-.
spairingly.
Ricketts, patted him on the shoulder
reassuringly.
Great Scott!' suddenly exclaimed
Bond, who was standing by the win
dow looking on the street. Look
Sturgess-what's the meaning Of
this?"
Sturgess fastened to the wondow
A man was posting a huge placard
on some boardings opposite and the
name "Barradene' already appeared
in flaming letters. The two watched
breathlessly and presently they read
the full announcement that Lord Her
bert Barradene, the home secretary,
would speak in the market at Pendle.
by the following night.
They looked at one another but
neither said a word
Plea for Sunshine.
The days when the nerves seem all
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