The Washington times., 1908-12-22
"A WOMAN TO WIN"

II she were lost? HIS head sank low
upon is breast and his hands. where
they sripped the arms of his chair,
turned white at the lnUckles.
Tie night editor, indolently smoking
a oorncob pipe, with his heels cooked
up on the desk, glanced through a slip
Of fimsy yellow paper just handed him
''Ah.'' taking down his feet, here IS
something for you al last, 1 guess. Mr.
Spencer
Manila he read, "P. and o. steam
er Brsnksmere Towers sighted of ca
vite. Passed through terrible typhOn
on 9th, and sustained much damage;
but signals all well on board. except
Miss Helene Burns. Of New York, who,
through an unfortunate mistake, was
left behind on Cannibal island of Var
tra-''
What The sudden alteration from
relief 10 a yet more goading fear al
most drove Starr Spencer beside him
self.
He ragged up and down the room.
grinding hiss teeth and swearing
AN unfortunate mistake," he
| storTned. What sort Of men could have
done such a thing? Do you mean TO
tell me that human beings actually left
that poor, helpless child in such a
plight? Alone, deserted, among canni-
balls! Oh, my GodT' he almost choked
in his wrath and anguish IF / could
but get my hands upon the cowardIy
whelps,"
There, there. Mr.. Spencer interpos-
ed the editor. 1T is probably all a mis-
take. Those things seldom come in
straight at the start. Don't let your
self 20 so. but wait until we get fuller
details. See,'' as a fresh dispatch was
brought him, there IS something more
already"
But he didn't stop TO inform the other
what il was After one glance at Il
and a startled Hello ne was ar the
speaking tube. issuing sharp orders TO
stop the presses, telling the composing
room to get ready for a front page
display" turning the whole place. so
somnOlent a moment before. into a rush
Of feverish activity.
Starr Spencer was at his shoulder all
the time. begging and entreaIing 10
know what it was, but not a word
could he get until the editor flung him
SELF in front Of a typewriter and began
rapidly clicking on his copy.
big story" ne snapped then. .U.
:. cruiser TerTe Haute reports BY wire
less that she has rescued Miss Burns.
og Nartra Island"
For about two minutes there was
silence in the room except for the
rafting Of the keys. II was an oc-
casiOn when Starr Spencer could only
! breathe deep. and try to realize that
ne was in his sane and sober senses.
Then the editors flying fingers
stopped a second and he turned with
the quick interroEatOry:
"By the way. Mr.. Spencer. did YOU
ever hear OF this James D. Harrison.
Of ChiCaEO1"
james d. Harrison, Of ChicaEo2
What has ne got 10 do with it?''
[''Why, he was rescued too. Didn't
I tell your He was on tho island
alone with her two days and saved
her from the savages and performed
all kinds OF stunts. Ought TO be quite
a little romance come out OF that.
eh?"
a romance Starr Spencer frown-
ed darkly and gnawed at his mus
tache. Was this Harrisan 70 be for
ever getting In his way2 Then a
quick, evil & 4am flashed into his eve,
and he leaned toward the editor.
It was evident that all OF Jim Har-
rison's troubles had not ended when
he vanquisEed the old chief priest
upon the shore at Vartra.
There were stiu GOliaths ne would
have to meet.
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