White Pine news weekly mining review. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1910-1920, 1914-11-29

the deTfIs " luck always at TIL
critical moment, when everything
seems to be in our hands. Now. VIZ
want Florence. and we've tried .
hundred ways to accomplish this fac'
and failed. The question Is how tt
get her away from her companion
Simple enough" said the doctor
ccmp1acently.
"0ut with it. IL you have an idea
The doctor leaned forward and
whispered a few words.
well. I'm hanged" Braine
laughed and slapped the doctor on
the shoulder. "The simplest thing
in the world. Mad dog wouldn't be
in 1t. | always said that you had
gray matter If you cared to exert
yourself"
Thanks" replied the doctor dryly
'Ill drop down there tomorrow, If
you say so, ostensibly to see the other
patient. 1t will make a deuce of a
disturbance"
Not If you scare the hotel people,"
THAT is what | propose to do.
They will not want such a thing
known. It would scare every one
away for the rest of the season. But
of course this depends upon whether
they are honest or in the hotel bust
ness to make money"
Again Braine laughed. Bring her
back to New York alone. AEsculapius
and a. fat check is yours. Nothing
could be simpler than an idea like
this. It's a fact; no man can think
of everything. and you've just prov
ed 1t to me. I've tried to do a gen.
eral work without aids. Olga does
any one watch me come and go any
more
NO; I've watched a dozen nights.
The man has gone. Either he found
out what he wanted or he gave up
the job. To my mind be found out
what he wanted"
And what's that"
Heavens knows" discouragedly.
Come, doctor, suppose you and
I go down to Days for a little turn
at billiards."
Nothing would suit me better"
All aboard, then, Goodnight,
Olga. Keep your hair on; l mean
your own hair. We're going to win
out. don't you worry. In all games
the minute you begin to doubt you
begin tt lose"
That same night Norton sat at his
desk. in his shirt sleeves. pounding
away al his typewriter. From time
to time he paused and teetered his
chair and scowled over his pipe at
the starlit night outside. Bang.
would go his chair again, and click
ity-click would sing the keys of the
machine. The story he was writing
was in the ordinary routine; the ar
rival of a great ocean liner with some
political notables who were not
adverse to denouncing the pres
ent administration. You will have
! noticed. no doubt, that some dis
gruntled politician is always de-
%nouncing the present administration,
1t matters not il 1t be Republican OF
Democratic. When you are out of a
good job you are always prone to
denounce. The yarn bored Norton
because his thoughts were miles
southwark.
He completed the story. yanked out
the final sheet, called for a copy boy
rose and sauntered yer to the man
aging editors door. before which he
paused indecisively. The "old man
had been after him lately regarding
the Hargreave story. and he doubted
If his errand would prove successful.
However. he boldly opened the
door and walked in.
"Humph, said the ''old man.
twisting his cigar into the corner of
his mouth. Got that story"
Norton sat down. "Yes. but !
have not got 1t for print yet. Mr..
Blair. when you gave me the Har-
greave job you gave me carte
blanche"
II did," grimly. But. on the
other hand. | did not give you ten
years to clear it up In"
Have I ever fallen down on a
good story" quietly.
M. can't remember" grudgingly
We'll if you'll have patience III
not fall down on this one. It's the
greatest criminal story | ever ham
died, but it's so big that it's going tc
take time"
Gimme an outline"
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