The Washington herald., 1911-10-01


gone to press Just opposite the statue o
Oliver Cromwell he stopped to light his pipe
Men with hose were suicng the street, the nigh
was very silent for the last motor omnibuses haC
gone and full moon etheralzed the outlines of the
offices of the public departments.
He had not made up his mind whether to walk tc
Grav's Inn road, when he could get tramcar to
Bighgate, or whether to take taxicab He strolled
slowly along toward Whitehall, trying to persuade
himself to save few shillings and as he was more
than tired the problem became insolvable as small
problems will when the brain is jaded. Finally he
decided to take the cab the possibility that his wife
might be sitting up for him determining him.
Then he began to wonder if he really had exhaust
ed every means Of confirming denying the amazing
but persistent that the government had decided
to introduce official bill for the naturalization Of
railways. He had tried every possible means that he
could think of, and a trained and not unknown
journalist he had thought of many, of them very
ingenious and he could get further.
The newspaper that could get scoop" on that
would be remembered while Fleet street lasted and
the who obtained it would have more fame
among such people editors than he could well bear
up under Taefer Moran decided to dismiss the thing
from his mind until he had slept Two o'clock in the
morning fruitful time look for scoops Of that
nature Yet the thing would not let his brain rest
BY this he had got to the carriage entrance to the
yard of the House. Thinking hard he crossed the
road and walked to the Embankment his decision to
take cab forgotten for the moment in the subdued
excitement of the really important speculation. He
little way. the black moonlit Thames on his
right; new Scotland YaId, its windows still nIumi-
mated, his left He felt Ioath to go home though
he knew he had done all he could but as an old news
paper man, he was always ready and waiting for
stroke of luck. More things done by luck than by
plain endeavor-at any rate in Fleet street.
He upon policeman arguing with a forlorn
but combative individual.
You can't stand here" said the policeman Il don't
care who you say you were yesterday. You can't
stand here"
Il don't know that I want to stand here, you beefy
fraud, but I'm not going to be nterfcred with by
you" retorted the other.
why don't you go home?" the policeman asked
tolerantly, uninsuIted by the insult
Because have no home to go to- and because if
had wouldn't go to it"
"welI, you can't stand here You must keep NOV
Ing"
I'm not planet with an Ine1orabe orbit. will
stand here till the crack of doom if wish"
Then the crack of doom will have to crack within
the next ten seconds Move on! Can't you see I
don't want to you in if I can help it?"
Cant you that you won't be able to avoid 1t
If help t?" Moran heard the man say. He
went up to the and the constable recognized
him.
I'm trying to persuade this gentleman that he
cannot stand here for hours on end, sir" he said
but he's obstinate. He a respectable man. too"
I'm not respectable" said the man. I've only
halfpenny in the world. A week ago I had eight
pounds but drank it all. 1t seemed the only thing
to do"
There's something on your mind" said Telefer
Moran judicialy.
Then that's more than there is on the floor Of my
stomach. If you're going to feed me. well and good.
If not don't interfere between two gentlemen who
have dispute to settle"
Moran yawned. I'D feed you plovers' eggs if
you could tell thing" he said.
"Ill tell you all know for lump of cheese, a -unk
Of bread and a pint of beer" The constable had re-
moved himself a few yards into the background
What do you want to know
Faith, nothing you know"
Now empty my belly is" said the man, "and
much as my head aches can still add two and two
You have just come from the House. you are not
Member of sober tl,IS rolioo,,,ar
knows you well, and you were walking toward the
only place in London where there is anything doing
at this time of the morning Fleet street Is it unlikely
that you Journalistic"
81 am journalist"
"Then there is nothing you want to know so much