The Alaska citizen., 1911-01-16

whom he Mad always been on cor. dial terms - he saw cruel implaca. bility. and furious. he knew himself to be in" for that most wearing of all newspaper jobs-"doing police" for paper that was ''in bad" with the administration. He needed no one to tell him the cause At 3:3O, Thcmas and Camden. who was doing the city hall. and Greenleaf Whitti, r Squiggs, who was subbing for the day on the courts, appeared before Jim Brown in an agonized body. Thomas had been scooped on the big murder, Camden and G. w. Squiggs had been scoped at the city hall and the county building. on the only items worth while, and they were all at white heat; though 1t was a great consolation to Squiggs, after all. to find himself in such dis tinguished company
 Brown heard them in silence, and with great solemnity conducted them across the hall to Jolter, who also heard them in silence and conducted them into the adjoining room to Bobby. Here Jolter stood back and eyed Mir. Burnit with great interest as his two experienced veterans and his ambitious youngster poured forth their several tales of woe. Bobby. as it became him to be, was much disturbed
 flows the circulation of the Bull letin?' he asked of Jolter.
 Five times what it ever was in it's history" responded Jolter
 Do you suppose we can hold it?"
 Possibly"
 How much does scoop amount to-"
 We'll" confessed Jolter, with his eyes twinkling, 'I hate to tell you is that we know it and the Chronicle knows it, and Stone knows it, but day after tomorrow the public could not tell you on its sacred oath whether it read the first account of the murder in the Bulletin or in the Chronicle
 Bobby heaved a sigh of relief
 'I always had the impression that a beat meant the death, cortege and cremation of the newspaper that fell behind in the race" he smiled. Boys I'm afraid you'll have to stand it for while. Do the best you can and get beaten as little as possible. By the way. Jolter I want to see you minute" and the mournful delegation of three, no whit less mournful be- cause they had been assured that they would not be held accountable for being scooped, filed out.
 What's the connection" demand ed Bobby, the minute they were alone, "between the police depart ment and Sam Stone?"
 "Money!" replied Jolter. Chief of Police Cooley is in reality chief col ctor. The police graft is one of he richest Stone has. The rake-off from the saloons that are supposed to close at one and from crooked gambling joints, and illegal resorts of various kinds, amounts, I suppose, to not less than two thousand dol lars a week Of course the patrol men get some, but the bulk of it goes to Cooley, who was appointed by Stone, and the biggest slice of all goes to the Boss"
 Go after Cooley" said Bobby. Tn Il suddenly he struck his fist upon he desk. Great Heavens. man." he exclaimed "At the end of every avenue and street and alley that turn down with the Bulletin I find an open sewer"
 The town is pretty we'll supplied" admitted Jolter. How do you feel now about your policy?"
 Pretty we'll staggered" confessed Bobby; but we're going through hn thiro i,,ct ha
 Its man's-size job" declared Jolter, but if you get away with it the Bulletin will be the best-paying piece of newspaper property west of New York"
 Not the way the advertising's going" said Bobby. shaking his head and consulting list on his desk Where has Stone hold on the dry-goods firm of Hollands X Craw- ford?"
 They built out circular show win dOws all around their big block, that extend illegally upon two feet of the side of the sidewalk"
 And how about the Ebony Jewel Coal company"
 "The have been allowed practical ly to close up Second street, from Water to Canal, for dump"
 Bobby sighed hopelessly.
 We cant fight everybody in town" he complained.
 Yes, but we can!" exclaimed Jol- ter, with a sudden fire that sur prised Bobby, since it was the first the managing editor had displayed Don't weaken, Burnt. Pm with you ,,, We can hold out until next election We will sweep every thing before us"
 We will hold out!" declared Bob by.
 T am so sure of it that I'll stand treat" assented MT. Jolter with vast enthusiasm, and over an old oak table, in a quiet place, MT Jol- ter and Mir Burnit, having found the sand in each others craws, ce- mented pretty strong liking.
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