New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1914-04-05

"\crV neat. Very neat indeed, Sttlu w al, gazing
with evident approval at an inky smelling sheet that lay
before him. 1T ought to DO the work And if it does
it will be the first stroke of luck I've had in San Marco
Gonzale smiled revealing two rows of very white
teeth "You do not like San Marco" he ventured.
Wall snorted angriv. "Iike it? Les a beheaded man
like the ak? In a long and golden professional career
I've never struck anything like this town before for
hard luck I'm not in it twenty-four hours when ! m
left alone, nv hands tied with stuff enough to make
,our ewes DOB out Of your head. That's pleasant!
Then. after spending two months and lot of money
trailing Lord narrowly for the family jewels, finally
COP them give the crew Of my borrowed boat orders
to steam far far away, and to my cabin to gloat
DO gloat? Ask mel do not gloat. find the famous
Chain ghtning's collar IS very superior collection OF
glass worth about twenty-three cents send back the
glass and stick arounl, hoping for better days And
the best get is call from the owner of my yacht with
orders TO vacate at once. When | first came here |
svore I'd visit that jewery store again-aone. But
there's a ink after in this town. What's the use?
I'm going to get out
But before YOU co." smiled Manuel, lone stroke OF
luck you shall have.
"\lavbe | leave that to you. This kind OF thing
he motioned toward the damp paper, is not in my line
He bent over picture on the front page. That cut
came out pretty well dilntt: Lucky got the photo
graph before big brother George arrived
81 have always found San Marco lucky replied
Gonzale: "always-with trifing exception lie
drummed remniscently on his desk.
81 sav-whos this" Mr.. Wall pointed to a line just
beneath the name OF the paper. Robert ONeill,
Editor and Proprietor he read.
Manuel Gonzale gurglei softly somewhere within,
which was his cunning noncommttal way OF indlcat-
ing mirth.
"Ah-mv very virtuous managing editor, he said.
zone Of those dogs who dealt yilely with me- nave
told YOU of that Manuel Gonzle does not forget" lie
leaned closer This morning at two after ONelll and
Howe had sent to1ays paper press usual, Luypas,
nv circulation manager, and arrived. My virtuous
editors had departed to their rest Luypas and |
stoned the presses, we substituted a frst-page
form O'Neill and Howe they will not know. Always
they sleep until noon In this balmy climate 1t IS easy
10 lie abed." Again Manuel Gonzale gurgled. MAY
their sleep be dreamlcss!" he said. And should
work of the morning fail, may the name Of O'Nei be
the first to concern the poice!"
Wall laughed. a good idea, he remarked He
looked at his watch "Nne-fteen. The banks ought
to be open now.
Gonzale got to his feet Carefully he folded the page
that had been lying on his desk. The moment for
action has come" he said. Shall 80 down to the
street."
I'm in range waters" responded Martin Wall
easily. THE first dip I've ever taken out Of my line.
Don't believe in it, either: should have his
sueciatv and stick to it, However, need the money.
Am letter perfect in my part, Lwondcr:"
The door OF The Mail Office opened, and a sly little
Cuban with an evil face stepped in.
All, Luypas, Gonzale said, YOU here at last!
DO YOU understand? Your boys they are to be in the
next room-vcS. You are to sit near that telephone.
AT a word from my friend, Mr. Martin Wall. today's
edition Of The Mail is fool the Streets the
stands. Instantly Delay might be fatal Is that clear"
81 know" said Luypas.
"Very good, said Gonzale. He turned to Martin
Wall. "Now is the tne" he added.
THE two descended to the street. Opposite the
Hotel de la Pax they parted. The sleek little