The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1914-04-19

KISS on nef WTinkieu CHeeN ~ -.
her GREATNESS and scandalized. ou'
laughing with him, in her heart glad
ness akin to his.
The city was ablaze with the story
when Anderson awoke the next MORN
| ing. for the Inteiiigenccr had MADE
| clean beat" and Burns had played up
| the story tremendously, hence 1t was
with jumping pulses that Paul scanned
| the front page, but as he read he grew
cool and serious.
The history of Mabel Wilkes as sent
| In from Highland was that OF slmp'e
| country girl in q great city. broken, as
pirited and destroyed by Its coldness
and cruelty, but under the magic touch
| OF Burns II became a wonderful, tragic
story, done in the editors well known
fiamboyant style. and yet nowhere IN I"
was mention made Of Paul Anderson.
| His name figured In 1t not at all; no
credit was given to him. "The clever
ness and perseverance Of the Bunalo
| Intelligcncer was exploited. It's apie
reportoriai stan praised and It's editorial
| shrewdness eXtolled, but that was ALL
| In fact, when he had concluded read
ing 1t Anderson realized that the articie
was a very adroit encomium OF the Guy
editor. who had uncovered the story OH
by bit. clinging tenaciously to clue aIter
clue as 1t was uncovered. ana releht-
lessly. untiringly driving his Mrelings
| onward toward a triumphant solution
| of the mystery.
1t astonished as well as angered Paul
to realize how cleverly Burns had
covered him up. and the sense OF injus-
tice was strong in him when he entered
the office. His enemy recognized his
mood and seemed to gloat over 1t as ne
gently purred:
| THAT was good work you did. Ander-
son, and I'll keep you on as long as you
| show such ability. OF course. you can't
| write yet so I'll let you cover real estate
| transactions and the market. Ill send
for you when you're needed"
so Burns, not content with robbing
him of what he had Justly earned. was
determined to hold him down at any
cost, just to vent his spite. and to that
end would give him the poorest assign
ments at his disposal.
Hour after hour he sat around sullen
and blue. nursing his disappointment.
And then he saw Wells come in, the
man who had gone to Highland to cover
the other end of the Wilkes story. In
his hands he held the afternoon papers.
still wet from the press; in his eyes was
an unwonted sparkle. He came directly
to Anderson and thrust out his palm.
II want to shake with you, old man."
he commenced. land I want to apologize
for being such n rotter."
| Paul met him half way, and he went
on:
Burns gave us the wrong tip on you:
said you were joke. That's why We
ridculed you. but you're a bigger fell
low than the rest of us"
Thank you" said the new reporter
upon whom this first genuine word OF
praise had n strong effect. "1t-was
more luck than anything"
| Luck nothing 1t was genuine gen.
ius. and it's a dirty shame the way the
boss tried to steal the credit from you
However. he overreached himself fol-
once and Wells began to laugh.
Tried to steal il. Good Lord, he die
it, How do you mean he overreachet
himself?'
Haven't You seen the afternoon
papers?"
| mo"
well. read those" Wells spread the
later journals out before Paul, whose
astonished eyes took in for "A secont
time the story Of the Wilkes suicide. bu
what a story:
| He saw his own name in big blacl
type. overshadowing everything else
saw headlines that told of Il starv int
boy sent out on a hopeless assignment
as cruel joke: saw the story as l.
really happened, only told in the thirt
person by an author who was neither
ashamed nor afraid to give credit wher{
il was due: saw the egotistical story
of the Buffalo IntellDcnccr torn to
threads and ridicule heaped upon its
editor. He read ncrvously, breathlessly
till Wells interrupted:
I'm to blame for this. you know. !
couldn't stand for such a crooked deal.
when I got in this morning and saw
what that fat mbecile had done to you
| tipped the true facts of to the 9TH
crs. all ! knew. They got the rest from
Corrigan. down at the Grand Trunk De-
pot. guess you can recognize his ar
tistic Irish touch. 1t means my job
il the old man finds it out. but don't
| give a damn"
| As yet Anderson was too daZed tn
grasp it all. and the other continues:
1.-THE boys have all had it in for
Burns. on the quiet, for months, and I
guess they're even at last"
"I IL don't know how to take It,"
stammered Anderson.
Take it, Good Lord, You're the
biggest journalistic thing We ever pulled
off in Buffalo. and the other papers will
give you a square deal even IL the baby
hippo in yonder won't"
A hoy touched Paul on the arm.
"Mr. Burns wants you"
| "Oho," cried Wells. Hes seen these
papers Now for n red hot interview
Gee, I'd like tn hear It, I'll bet he's
biting splnters out of his desk. Let
me know what comes off, will you?"
| Anderson was met by white faced
man whose rage had him So by the
throat that he could scarcely speak.
Under his feet and strewn about the
room were the crumped sheets Of the
afternoon papers. Burns gli red at the
newcomer for moment. then pointed
with a shaking finger, as he cried furi-
| ously:
"You did this"
| Did what"
| "You told this To the other papers.
| You made n fool Of me-"