The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1914-04-14

j tlafss reelected AtaEee-lna 3gtE
snaJly. through q strange series pf &C
dents. the money came into the
.nnds Of the writer for the STAR
Z hese accidents were not given IN qe-
all.
An amusing feature Of the whole
.aair.,' said AI9ss Evelyn Rhodes. was
the presence ut the Imp of hIF. VII
liam Halloween Atagee. the New York
wTiter or ileht actton, who had come
there TO escape tbe distractions Of
great city. and e work in the soil
tude. and who iEppediately on MS ar
rival became lnyelged 10 the suFprls-
ing drama IF Raldpate."
''Pm IN atnasing feature, " reflected
Magee.
Mr., Mpeee." continued Miss Rhodes,
,-yviE Doubtless be one Of the states
chief witnesses when the case against
Cnrrau comes 10 trial. us will also Pro
lessor Thaddeus Bolton, holder of the
Grandan chair of comparative Iitera
flre mt ReMton university. and David
KendrfcIS. formerly of the Suburban.
M his residence abroad The latter
two went 70 the Inn 10 represent
Prosecutor Drayton and made every
&AAQEL Al kAGAl pVFs@lA -
package OF money from the reporter
for the Star. not knowing her eonnec-
ton with the anaIr'
well. Mr.. Mugees'' asked Professor
Bolton. laying down the paper which
he had been peruslng at q distance Of
about an inch from his nose.
sOnce again. professor" laughed Ma.
gee. reporters have entered your life.
The old man sighed.
"You got TO get me out Of this Max
was still telling the mayor.
.FOr Gods sake" cried carBnp.
.shnt up and Ter me thiRk.' He sat
for d moment staring at one place. his
face stilI lacking all emotion. but his
eyes q trifle narrower than before
lyon haven't got me yetr' be cried.
standing up. BIS the eternal. III fight
to the last ditch, and I'll win. III
show Drayton be can't play this game
on me. III show the Star. That dirty
sheet has bounded me for years. III
put il out of business. And IN send
the reformers bowling into the alleys.
sick of the fuss they started them
Selves
"Perhaps," said Professor Bolton
''but only after the fight of your life.
Cargan."
..I'm ready for itF' cried Cargan. Il
amt down and ont yet. But TO think
woman-a little bit OF a girl could
have put in my pocket-tt's all big
Joke. ri beat them. III show them
The games far from played out III
win. and If don't
He cr'umbled suddenly into his seat.
his eyes on that unpleasant line about
PRISON Stripes For the Mayor"
IF don't" he stammered pItifully.
well. they sent him TO nm Island at
the end. The reformers got Napoleon
at the last won't be alone In that
AT this unexpected sight OF weak
ness IN his hero. Mr.. Max Set uIs re-.
newed babble of fear at his side. The.
train was in the ReNtop suburbs now
at neat little srptinp If slowed down
60 a stop and forid policeman en-
tered the smoking car. cargan look
cd up.
"HelIo. Dan, be said His voice
vas lifeless; the odtime ring was gone
The policeman removed his helmet
md shifted Il neryonsiy.
Il Thought I'd tell you. Mr.. Cargan.
ne said II thought I'd warn yon
yon'd better get or here. There's a
,ds crowd in the station NJ Reptpn
They're waiting for you, sir: they've
heard you're ON this train. This lying
newspaper. Mr.. Gargan, It's been teh-
ing taies-I guess YOU know about that.
There's a big mob Sou better get on
here. sir. and go downtown on car"
If the mighty Cargan had looked
limp aud beaten for moment he look
ed that way no more. BE stood mp
und his head seemed almost to touch
the roof of the car Over that big
patrolman he lowered; his eyes were
cold and hard again: his lips curved
in the smile of the master.
And why he beloved. SHOULD
get OF here? Tell me that. Dan"
.sWell. SIR replied the embarrassed
copper. they're ugly There's no tell
ing what they might do. Its bad
mob. This newspaper has stirred
EN- up.
Ugly, are they sneered Gargan
Ever seen the bunch would so out
of my way for, Dan:'
81 meant 1t, al right, sir" said Dan
las a friend to man who's been
friend to me. No, never saw you
afraid of any bunch vet. but this
This replied Cqrgan, lis the same
old bunch = the same lily iivered
crowd that I've seen in the streets
since laid the first paving stone I'M
der 'em myself In 81. Afraid Of
them? r.! I'd walk through an ant
hin as scared as lwouId through that
mob. Thanks for telling me, Dan. but
Jim Carran won't be In the mollycod-
die class for century or two yet
.sU -. .,f,.sV sold tnn nnfPOlman adj