The Anderson daily intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson, S.C.) 1914-1915, 1914-09-01

us to be. They wrote you down In
the book az "A beautiful body with a 4
crooked mind. They wrote me now.
AS the devil. doomed 10 roam cartl
top till I'm killed"
KILLED."
why. yes. I'm not the kind oil
chap who dies in bed, surrounded
by the weeping members OF :he fami-
ly. doctor. nurse. -and priest I'm O. J
scoundrcl; but II has this saying
grace. enjoy being scoundrel Now,
I'm going up to ihe club There's
nothing like game OF billiards or
chess 10 smooth that wrinkle which
seems to worry you"
In the great newspaper ofIice there
wae mighty racket. Midnight al
ways means paBdemonirm In tho city
room OF metropolitan daily. Copy
boys are rushing TO and fro. ncssen-
gers and printers with sticky galleys
In their hands: reporters were bang
Ing away at their typewriters. ana
int 3rm.ngliJk ybu could hear the
ceaseless clickcty- click from the teie.
graph room.
The managing editor came out OIL
his office and approached the desk oil
the night city editor.
Editorial page gone DOWN."
Twenty minutes ago." said the
night city editor
IL wanted stick ON that Panama
rumpus."
TOO late"
Where's Jim Norton?"
AT the chamber OF CONNIE, ce ban
quet. Tho major is going to throw
bomb into the cnemy's camp"
Nothing On the Hsrgreave stuff?"
NO. Guess Id better put that In
the cubby- -hole. He's dead"
mo will found yet?"
Not a piece as big as postage
stamp
That will leave the girl in tough
place. NO Will. no birth certificate;
ana worst or all, no photograph or the
sidestepped this affair. He is the ONLY
man IN town who knew anything
, about Hargrcaye."
He hasn't givon it up; but he wants
to cover 1t on his own. turn the yarn
: over when he's got 1t. no false
alarms"
! "Ah! So that's the gamc?"
Ycc; 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 n drama. Good
looking chap, though"
Norton came In through the outer
gates Hc was in evening clothes, ton
hat. A dcaG cigarette dangling he
tween his lips.
How much DO you want?" asked
the night city editor.
Column and half"
| ON with your glad rags"
ANYTHING good?" asked the manag-
ing editor.
THE lid has been jammed >on tight.
NO wine In any restaurant after /
o'clock+ Thsj.o'ii be- rgandup OF
every gunman in town"
Good work! Go to It."
IL was l o'clock when Norton turn
cd In his last sheet Cf;copy and start
cd home. Just outside the entrance
TO the building man with a slouch
nat drawn down over him eyes step
ped forward. n -.
| "Mr. Norton?"
yes" Norton stepped back sus-
piciously. The other chuckIed. raIse.:
and lowered his hat swiftly.
Good Lord!" murmurad fI,.. re-
porter.
a taxi?" g
IAN the way to Syracuse, II vou
say so. Well. I'll 80 tinker damned! q
mo names please"
What took place In that taxicab
was never generally known. HUT at
10 o'clock the mex, morning Norton
surprised the elev ttor boy By going
out. Norton proceeded downtown TO
IN National bank, where he deposited
$4,000 In bills OF arge denominations.
Il - L..
ing them. They stuck together and
retained the sodden appearance al
money recently submerged in water
i Florence We delighted at the idea
OF coachin5 party. Often during her
school girl lays she had seen the
fashionable coaches go careening
llong the Lad, with tho sharp, ciaaY
note OF to tugle rising above the
thunder Of hoofs and rafting al
wheels. Jones was not enthusiasts;
neither vas he a killjoy.
"But you are 10 go along, too" SAID
Florence. nj s !:
II. Mlss Flereneeg' isk
The countess invited you cspccsnl-
~. You will 60 with a hamper"
eAh. In my capacity as hutieT; yeTy
j good. Miss Florence" To her ne gave
no sign OF his secret Gatisfaction
The hour arrived, and the gay, party
bowied away. They wound In and
i out % t;;ro streets toward tine couIttf ) )
TO the crack OF thes whip aua tnt
blare, of tho horn. Florenscs / enjoy
ment would have been perfect had n
mot been for the absence Of Norton
Why hadn't he been invited? She did
not ask heeause she did nos s.afet tc
disclose to the conntess her dntercsi
lin the reporter. They we're Kt,arine
the limits OF the city, when the coach