Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1913-05-24

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Of horse troughs."
II don't underestimate him one bit"
countered barrow; "but we have a
head start on him with our reasoning;
that's ALL He's absolutely sure to come
to the conclusions have just detailed,
only he'll get there little more slow
ly. That's why want you in on this
thing, Hallowell."
"How's that?" .L
We'll publish everything up to date
and cut the ground from under him
What's your special crouch on Ed
ridge, anyway" asked Jack. 49,
Il like to worry him. replied Percy
barrow, on-committally.
At this moment the darkness disap-
peared as though some one had turned
switch. The reporter, the operator
and the scientists young assistant
moved involuntarily as though dodg-
ing, and blinked. DaTow shaded his
eyes with one hand and proceeded as
though nothing had happened.
Here are the exclusive points of
your story" he said to Hallowell,
handing him sheaf OF yellow wireless
forms. II got them In McCarthy's Of
flee. They are messages from the I'M
known wielder of the mysterious
power to his enemy, the political boss.
There will be plenty who Will con-
clude these messages to be the result
of fanaticism, after the fact; that Is to
say, they will conclude some wireless
amateur has taken advantage OF
natural phenomena and, by claiming
himself the author Of them, has at
tempted to use them against his
enemy. OF course, the answer to that
is that If the unknown-let's call him
Monsieur Kidd not cause these
strange things, he at least knew about
them to predict them accurately"
"You just leave that to me-"
hummed Hallowell under his breath.
The reporter had been glancing over
the wireless forms, and his eyes were
shining with delight.
Here is the last one" said Darrow,
producing crumpled yellow paper
from his pocket. II went back after 1t"
Mccarthy: My patience Is at an
end. Your last warning will be sent
you at nine-thirty this morning. II you
do not sail on the Celtic at noon shall
strike. You are OF stubborn and a
stiff-necked generation, but I am your
lord and master, and my wrath shall
be visited on you. Begone, or you shall
die the DEATH"
THAT bluffed him out" said OAR
row, "and I don't blame him. Now,
Simmons" said he, turning to the OPP
orator, who had sat in utter silence,
how about it? Are you with us, or
against u.s."
How do you mean?" demanded
Simmons
This" said barrow sharply. "The
time has passed for concealment.
Every message through the ether must
now reach the public. We must send
messages back. The case is out of
private hands; 1t has become import
ant to the people. Will you agree on
your honor faithfully to transmit" He
leaned forward, his ind0lent frame
startlingly tense. Arc YOU afraid OF
Mccarthy ?"
He's been good to me-it's family
matter" muttered the operator.
well barrow arose, crossed to
the operator, and whispered to him for
a moment. ''You see the seriousness
you are an intelligent man."
uc OpcIdtOI IuIuCN p0AO.
II hadn't thought OF that" he NUT
tered. II hadn't thought Of that. OF
course I'm with you."
Il thought you would be-" drawled
Percy barrow slowly. IF you hadn't
decided to be, I'd have another man
put in your place. Hadn't thought OF
that, either, had you?"
mo, sir" replied Simmons.
well, prefer you. It's no job for
q gutter, and I believe you'll stick"
"Tll stick" repeated Simmons.
well, to work." said Darrow, light
ing the cigarette he had been playing
with. Send this out, and see II you
can reach Monsieur x. ...
en-" he dictated slowly DO you
get this?' Repeat that until you get q
reply"
Without comment the operator turn
ed to his key. The long ripping crashes
of the wireless sender followed the
movements of his fingers.
II get his IT," he said, after a
moment. Its almighty faint"
Good! i" said Darrow. GIVE him
this:
Mccarthy has disappeared. Can
no longer reach him with your mes
sages'"
"By the way" asked Darrow, what
is your shift, anyhow? Weren't you on
at night when this thing began?'
I'm still on night; but Mr.. Nc
Carthy sent me message, and asked
me to stay on all this morning as q
personal favor to him"
81 see. Then you're still on at night?'
Eyes, sir
''Well, tell Monsieur X that fact, put
yourself at his disposal, and tell him
he'd better get all his messages to you
rather than to the other operators
here"
"All right"
There's your story" said Darrow
to Hallowell; 'it's in those messages.
The scientific aspect will probably be
done by somebody for the evening
papers. You better concentrate on
Monsieur KS connection with Nc
Carthy." ..,..a
"say, my friend said Hallowell
earnestly, "do you think I'm reporter
for the Scientific American or a news
paper?" "a"
All three rose The operator was