The daily Alaskan., 1914-11-28
Reporting a
 Hurricane
By F. A. NlITCHEL

There k town in Florida that some years ago Was the scene of a rivalry between two newspapers. The field was barely large enough for one jour nal. the Chronicle, which had occupied it ever since Joe Baxter established it during the last century. When BaN ter died his son. Captain Joe, Jr., car ried it oil. But the captain had been in the Confederate army during the war between the states and received wound that had crippled him for life. The girl he had left behind him, how ever. was true to him and married him in hospital after the surrender
 Joe was fitted to perform the indoor work connected with newspaper, but was not able to do much getting about gathering news. Mrs. Joe did good deal of that, and, having many friends, she was kept well posted on the social news. which is important to any news paper. She and Joe managed to keep the wolf from the door till Philip Stringer came from New Orleans, look ed the place over and determined that there might be room enough for two papers.
 The truth Is that the place was be- ginning to fill up with northern visitors during the winter, and the more peO- pie the more chance for newspaper. But the special inducement was that Joe's physical handicap kept him from getting about to gather in the news, and Stringer calculated to get ahead of him in this respect every time. Be sides. Springer, having been connected with New Orleans paper, believed he knew better how to cater to city peO- pie than did Baxter.
 So the Gazette was established and, being the more enterprising of the two papers. got most of the new subscrib- CTS and advertisers. the old residents standing by the Chronicle. But the new was more valuable than the old, and the former was constantly eating into the latter till it looked as If the Baxters would soon have to discontln- ue their paper.
 One morning Molly Baxter, after hay ing cleaned up the breakfast dishes and sent the children to school, reported at the office to find Joe very gloomy.
 "The weather bureau reports hur- ricane coming up from the West In dies and says that it will probably reach our coast today. If 1t should be here ought to go to the coast and write description of it. But l can feel the storm in my wound now, and it takes all the starch out of me. Strlnger win be there and will write 1t up with all the grandiloQuence of which he is capable"
 You stay where you are. know how bad weather affects you. I'll do what work is to be done here between now and II o'clock, go home and get the dinner ready for you and the chil- dren, and I will take the 2 o'clock train for the cOaSt.'
 As the afternoon train neared its ter minal on the coast on passing between two hills it was struck by q gust. of wind that lifted it clear off the: track. Molly Baxter was on it and consider ably brui$cl. She thought of how Joe, when he vas wounded in Plckett's charge al Gettysburg, got up and went on till he was driven back with the rest by murderous fire, and, pulling herself together, she forced her way against what wind there was on the lee SiLe of q hill facing the ocean to the top and found herself in the corner of stone wall, where she was perfect ly protected and with her eyes Just above il saw one of the biggest storms that have everviSited the Atlantic coast. She did not have writing materials with her. for she would not have been able tu use them. but she had a fine memory and stacked it with numerous details. She saw the waves enYelop the town below. it's shrieking citizens climb the hills. one ship riding at an chor buried by a:huge pillow and then lifted over dock and landed up among the hpuse". These and many more things as terrible she saw and cram. med them all down in the storehOuse of her me:nolT.
 When she had got enough the problem was to get back home with it. About dusk the wind went down inland enough to admit of vehicle not be- ing blown over. and, hiring farmer to take her in his wagon, she reached the Chronicle office about Il o'clock, where she found her husband -anxiously wait