White Pine news weekly mining review. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1910-1920, 1914-09-20


KILLED? ?"
why, yes. I'm not the kind OF
chap who dies in led, surrounded by
the weeping members of the family
doctor. nurse. and priest. I'm a scoun-
drel; but 1t has this saving grace.
enjoy being a seoundrel. Now I'm
going up to the club. There's moth
ing like a game of billiards or chess
TO somooth that wrinkle which seems
to worry you"
In the great newspaper Office there
was a mighty racket. Midnight al
why's means pandemonium in the city
room of a metropolitan daily. Copy
boys We're rushing to and fro, mes
: engers ard printers with sticky gal
lsys In thei. hands; reporters we're
banging away at their typewriters,
and intermingling you could hear
the ceaseless clickety-click from the
telegraph room.
The managing editor came out of
his Office and approached the desk of
the night city editor.
Editorial page gone down?'
Twenty minutes ago." said the
night city editor.
Il wanted a stick on that Panama
rumpus."
TOO late"
where's Jim Norton?"
AT the chamber of commerce
banquet. The major is going to
throw a bomb into the enemy's
Nothing on the Hargreave stuff"
NO. Guess I'd better put that in
the cubbyhole. He's dead"
No will found YETI"
Not a piece as big as a postage
stamp"
THAT will leave the girl in a
tough place. No will, no birth GER
tificate; and worse of all, no photo
graph of the old man himself. / don't
see why Jim sidestepped this affair.
He the only man in town knew any
thing about Hargreave."
He hasn't given it up but he wants
to cover 1t on his own. turn the yarn
over when he's got it, no false
alarms"
All, So that's the game?"
Yes; and Jim is the sort every
paper needs. When the time comes
the story turns up. if there is one.
Here he is now. Looks like an actor
in the fourth act of a drama. Good
looking chap. though"
Norton came through the outer
gates. He was in evening clothes,
top hat. A dead cigaret dangled be-
tween his lips.
How much do you want?" asked
the night city editor.
Column and a half
Ion with your glad RAGS"
Anything good" asked the man
aging editor.
THE lid has been jammed on tight.
No wine in any restaurant after !
O'Clock. There'il be a roundup of
every gunman in town"
Good work. Go to it,"
IL was l o'clock when Norton
turned in his last sheet of copy and
started for home. Just outside the
entrance TO the building a man with
a SLOUGH hat drawn down over his
eyes stepped forward.
Mr.. Norton?"
Yes" Norton stepped back sus-
pieiously. The other chuckled. rails
ed and lowered his hat swiftly.
Good Lord" murmured the re-
porter.
Wi you take a ride with me in a
TAXI"
All the way to Syracuse. If you
say SO. Well. I'll be tinker damned"
mo names. please.'
What took place in that taxicab
was never generally known. But at
10 o'clock the next morning Norton
surprised the elevator boy by going
cut. Norton proceeded downtown to
the National bank, where he deposit
ed 5000 in bills of large denomina-
lions. The teller had some difficulty
in counting them. They stuck to-
gether and retained the sodden APP
~pearance of money recently submerg-
ed in water.
9 $
Florence was delighted at the idea
of a coaching party. Often during
her school girl days she had see the
fashionable coaches go %careening
along the road with sharp. clear note
of the bugle rising above the thunder
OF hoofs and rafting of wheels. Jones
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