The Salt Lake herald-Republican. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1909-1918, 1909-08-29

her cheek" as they shouted out the
contents OF Times extras in the mid
die of the day, and thus made the most
important items Of the days Telegraph,
mere echoes. for the loyalty In their
rising citizens was located in their
ragged trOuser pockets where their
hard-earned pennies were housed.
The editors of the Telegraph bore up
bravely for a time, and made the lit
erary value Of their paper to shine like
the morning sun. But when was lit
erary merit ever known to take her
place beside sensational news on jour
nalistiC waters? And Geneva. since
she had been reused from her slumbers
by a set of innovations she could not
drive away from the gates seemed hun
grier for these sensations than a town
that had always had them as a daily
diet. This was especially the case
when Geneva became personally IN
terested in two of the sensations of
the hour, the threatened failure of the
Diamond Coal Mines. in which her citi-
zens had largely invested, and the
abscOnding of Charles Norton, a bank
cashier, with something near a half
million in clean cash, obtained by in
weighing a lot of the city fathers to
invest in a bogus enterprise. Norton
anxiety to the highest pitch. and the
Morning Times was making capital
ana scoring victory after victory over
its rival by these public disasters, by
means of the extras" it would turn
loose at critical moments, just an hour
or two before the Telegraph left the
press.
"T-i-m-e-s Extra :" damon
busted" Merton at the bottom of the
seal" This smote the ears of the Tele-
graphs editors one afternoon just as
their paper was leaving press. They
looked at each other in despair. These
were their leading items, only, not hav-
ing yet attained the journalistic con-
science, their head line was not quite
so striking, being modified by few
grains of truth Kate Brown broke
the silence, the big tears sparkling
in her dark eyes. "Oh, Ell, it's hOrrid
1 can't stand it! They are reducing US
to a mere echo! and" the sentence
ended in great sob, her dusky head
prone on her desk, where tears and ink
stains met and mingled.
Yes, but it's legitimate, and what
we have to do is to scare up an idea
how to meet this competition and ST.
lence it," responded Elinor, with a
gloomy but determined face.
from, unless you capture Norton on the
sly, or develop a new VEN in the Dia-
mOnd,' came in smOthered tones from
the desk.
From the window where she stood
ElinOr could see groups of excited men
| discussing the contents Of the Times
| extra" The Telegraph was again re-
duced to a mere echo of the only news
which the excited pOpulace cared any
thing about. The situation began to
/ robe itself in a gray-hued hOpelessness.
/ But Elinor had the warrior in her
makeup and the sObs from the editor
| ial desk reused it nightly. She would
| yet rise radiantly triumphant from the
| ashes of defeat. But how? The ques-
! ton was absorbing her body, soul and
mind, when a knock sounded on the
| office door and the office boy handed in
a bundle OF letters. Still pondering
| the mighty question now" she me-
/ chanically tore open the topmost of the
| pile, bearing the San Francisco post
mark. The other letters fell UNDECIDED
TO the floor. She Strengthened up.
! thrill shot through her from head C
foot The color flooded her cheek and
the fire flashed in her eye. In a mo-
ment she had finished the letter. II
another she was at the side of hel
weeping partner.
"Kate!" and she gave that editoria
Niobe a pat on the shoulder that cleo
| trified her. She raised her head
dashed the tears away, saw the glowing
face. the sparkling eye. the tumblet
heap of letters and was out Of hel
chair, like a flash.
What is it, Elinor smith? You have
/ got the Ideal" Don't tell me you have
not. or III murder you on the spot.'
said Kate, becoming melOdramatic il
her JOY.
Elinor was putting on her hat and
gloves. Yes, I've got it." she sai(
briefly. The door opened and she wa!
gone, a merry threat of vengeance
| ringing after her.
Returning from the telegraph Office
an hour later, she explained to tht
anxious editor her find"
You know cousin Lewis, Kate?"
"Why. of course. You ought to b,
ashamed of an editor who did no
know the best reporter in the west, es
pecially when he happens to be th'
cousin of that editors partner. Why
he's almost next to Sherlock Holiness!
well. he's following up this Morton
case. and I have telegraphed him an