Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1914-08-01

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TO roam earth'~ top till I'm killed"
"Killed2-
"Why. ycs. I'm not the kind Of a char
who dies IN bed surrounded bv the weep
ing members Of the family, doctor, nurse
and priest. I'm d ~ScoundreI: but it has
|~scoundrel. Now. I'm going up 10 the club.
There's nothing like a game Of billiards OF
chess to smooth ont that wrinkle which
seems to worry yon."
In the great newspaper office there wa a
mighty racket. Midnight alwayS means
pandemonium in the city room Off metro
politan daily. Copy boys were rushing to
and fro, messengers and printers with
sticky galleyS in their hands: reporters
were banging away al their typewriters,
and intermingling YOU could hear the
ceaseless clicking from the telegraph
room.
The managing editor came ont 81 his o.
flee and approached the desk of the night
city editor.
l'F' rvht utNn4
Twenty minutes ago, said the night
city editor.
II want q stick on that Panama
rumpus."
Too late
where's Jim N~orton7"
AT the chamber of commerce banquet.
The major j. going to throw a bomb into
the enemy's camp"
Nothing ON the Hargreave stuff"
mo. Guess Id better put that in the
~cnbbyhole. He's dead"
mo will found yeti"
"Not a piece a. big a. a postage stamp
"That will leave the girl in a tough place,
No will, no birth certificate; and worst Of
all, no photograph of the old man himself.
don't see why Jim sidestepped this af-
fair. lie is the only man in town who
knew anything about Hargreaves."
ale hasn't given it up; but he wants to
cover il on his own, turn the yarn over
when he's got it, no false alarms"
"Ahl 50 that's the gamei-
"les! and Jim il the sort every paper
needs. When the time comes the story
turns up, If there j. one. Here he i now.
Looks like an actor in the fourth act Of d
drama. Good looking chap, though"
Norton came in through the outer gates.
lie was in evening clothes, top hat. A dead
cigaret dangled between hi~ lips.
"IIow much do You wants" asked the
night city editor.
"Colnmn and a half
on with your glad ragsi"
Anything goodr asked the managing
editor.
THE lid has been iammed on tight. No
VINE IN any restaurant after | o'clock.
There1l be- a roundup Of every gunman in
town"
Good work. Go To III"
II was | o'clock when Norton turned in
his last sheet Of copy and started for
home. just outside the entrance 10 the
building a man with "A SLOUGH hat drawn
down over his eyes stepped forward.
"Mr. NortonP"
ayes" Norton Stepted back sus-
piciouSly.
The other chuckled. raised and lowered
his hat swiftly.
"Good Lordr' murmured the reporter.
Evil You take a ride with me in a taxif"
"All the way 10 Syracuse. ii You say 20.
Well, I'll be tinker damned!'
"No names, pleaser'
What took place in that taxieab was
never generally known. But al 10 o'clock
the next morning Norton surprised the eIe-
vator boy by going out. Norton proceeded
downtown to the National bank, where ne
deposited $4,000 in bills of large denomina-
tons. The teller had som difficulty III
counting them. They stuck together and
retained the sodden appearance OF money
recently submerged in water.
Florence was delighted al the idea OF
2 coaching party. Often during her
school days she had seen the fashionable
coaches 20 areening along the road.
with the sharp clear note Of the bugle
rising above the thunder Of hoofs and
rafting Of wheels. Jones was not en-
thusiastic; neither was he a killjoy.
but Won are 10 90 along. too said
Florence.
II. Miss Florence
The coutess invited You especially.
You will 20 with q hamper
Al. IN my capacity as butler: very
goood. Miss Florence To her he ave
no sign Of his secret satisfaction.
The hour arrived and the gay party
bowled away. They wound in and out
Of the streets toward the country 10 the
crack Of the whip and the blare Of the
horn. Florencc's enjoyment would have
been perfect had il not been for the alb
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