The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1914-03-07
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Wellington knew that he wa
making trouble for himself whel
he stopped over at Newton, blu
he did not believe 1t to be as seri
GUS a matter as Blake was dis
posed to make It. and besides h,
wanted to bring the girl bacl
with him. So he took the risl
and disobeyed orders.
Blake" he told her, must BIZ
mad enough TO tear the paper of
the wall, but Just had to stoI
over and see you"
'Of course" she said. as IL II
were a matter that admitted of nc
argument. "Who is Blake?"
Hes the managing editor. He
said l couldn't stop over"
How ridiculous of him!" she
commented.
Isn't it," he laughed. He'll
be pretty warm, but / guess l can
explain it all right when I get
back"
I'D like to tell him what
think of him." she said.
'I'd like to have you." he as
sured her with cheerful mendac-
ity. That's why l want to take
you back with me-"
Take me back with you! In
two days!"
"Call 1t two weeks" he urged.
T'll resign and stay over. IL nee
essary."
mo, no." she said, shaking her
head theoretically.
Two months" he persisted.
"I'll get my vacation and come
back"
Perhaps" she conceded. 81
won't promise. l must have time
to think. l don't want to be hur-
ried. Let's talk of something
else."
Wellington never had been so
foolish as to think that he fully
understood girls, but he had
thought he knew a little bit about
this one, and he was the more be-
wildered in consequence. She be-
gan to talk lightly and brightly
Of other things, and Se had to
make the best of it.
He was in this perplexed state
of mind when the news Of the
cloudburst came. Instantly, the
newspaper instinct became domi-
nant. His eyes sparkled, his mind
was alert, he was considering all
the possibilities before he fully
realized it. The tracks were
gone, the wires were down, the
place was isolated; 1t would be
difficult to get men there from
anywhere, and he was certainly
the nearest upon whom his office
could rely. A train would take
him part way, and he could push
on with horses or on foot.
That's my story!" he an
nounced brilliantly.
But you're not going to run
away from me-" she protested.
why, you've hardly more than
got here"
tits my story" he repeated, as
IL he had not heard her. Indeed,
he was already planning for
photographer and wondering
whether he could get any local as
sistance.
II won't let you go!" she de-
clared.
Won't let me go!" he ex-
claimed. "Why, Kittie, it's my
story; I'm on the spot--almost.
No one else from the office can
reach it. You don't want me to
fall down on the chance of life
time, do you? You don't want
me to shirk? This is big thing"
His enthusiasm was infectious,
and she began to feel something
of the thrill of 1t. II couldn' t
keep away from 1t If I tried. And,
perhaps, you can help"
What can do?" she asked.
81 don't know what the condi-
lions will be around her," he ex-
planned, speaking rapidly. ~
may have to come back here to
get wires. may want typewrit-
ers who can take from dictation
on the machine. I'll be late and
in a hurry. you know. I'll tele-
graph or telephone-to YOU"
"Will you really?" Her eyes
sparkled at the suggestion that
she might have her share in the
work and excitement. II shall
be ready. and I'll look out for
bulletins.
Bulletins! Well, you certain
ly are a newspaperman's girl,
he laughed.
do your best" she urged, and
she kissed him. She certainly
was a puzzling girl.
Kittie's brother, Jack, was wild
to go. He was college boy,
bright and quick, and he said he
could get another youth who had
some newspaper experience.
Get him!" instructed yelling
ton. Take q carriage and hus-
tie. I'll try to pick up photog-
rapher on the way to the station.
But don't miss the train"
Jack appeared at the station
with two assistants, SO the party,
with the photographer, numbered
five.
Eight or ten miles from High
wood they had to leave the train.
One wire was working that far.
and they were told there might be
a second by evening.
From this point they pushed
on by wagon, making the last two
miles on foot.
Copy" was preparedNas oppor-