Middletown transcript., 1910-01-08

ishly brilliant. 4
And as the editor stared the I
other man gave roar of relief.
I've picked up Springfield, he
cried. Yes, yes, it's Cordova.
Good boy, Gone, gone. Now,
Cordova, tell me your story.
Make it simple-l'll do the pad
ding. Go ahead.
For nearly forty eight hours
Sherman sat in the little Office
and told the world the story of
Cordova's frightful distress.
There was but single wire and
at any moment it might cease
working. But it didn't and those
wonderful m essages passed
through it in acontinuous stream.
And Gordon did his part too.
He was the news gstherer, the
advisor, the forager. He found
food for Sherman. He organ
lied the stricken survivors into
relief committee.
It's great team work, old boy,
cried Sherman with his quick
smile.
And then on the third day help
and supplies began to arrive.
They came at first by wagon over
the ridge. Then great gang Of
men threw a temporary bridge
across the river and relaid the
tracks, and a train laden with
food and clothing and doctors and
nurses reached the outskirts Of
the town.
And three telegraph operators
darkened the door of the little Of
fee, and stared at the two human
wrecks
Who sent those messages : the
foremost man asked.
Gordon pointed at Sherman.
The operator put out bis hand.
Nothing finer was ever carried
by wire, he said.
Sherman arose with a little
nod.
This happened to be a partner
ship affair, he explained, and
then collapsed into Gordon's
arms.
But they had him up again in a
moment or two, and presently he
and Gordon were comfortably |
crossing the ridge on their way
back to Clifton and clean clothes [
and bed.
Three days later the two were
in Gordon's Office when a stout
stranger entered,
/ knew it, he said as he looked
at Sherman.
Hullo, Temple, said the latter.
Come in. How are you? Let me
make you two managing editors
acquainted. Mr.. Gordon Briggs
Of the Clifton Gazette Mr..
Henry Temple of the New York
Daily Chronicle. Sit down,
Temple.
The stout man stared hard at
Sherman.
Awfully glad to find you, he
said. Been doing heroic thing I
again, ehP You're making it a
chronic complaint, my boy. And
the funny thing is that just as
soon as | began to catch the
style of those wonderful calls for
help, I was positive that Sher-
man Ames was at The other end
of the wire.
Sherman Ames! Gordon re-
peated.
That's his name. Been mas
querading, has he Well, he's {
Sherman Ames, most famous of
journalistic globe trotters. And {
that leads up to business. lwant
you to go to Persia for US, Ames.
It looks like a scrap over there.
Name your own price and start 8
next week.
The "Gazette's" reporter look. 6
ed around at his managing editor.
Then be looked back at the 6
New Yorker.
I'll go on one con d ition, 6
Temple.
Good. Name it. e
Ames gently touched Gordon's S q
My teammate goes with me, he q
said.
All right, laughed the stout 4
man. 8
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