Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1914-03-07


eskly. surrendering.
| dietation on the machine. III be late
and in a hurry. YOU know. I'll tele-
| graph or telephone-to YOU
VIII 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 certainly
are a newspaper mans girl he
| laughed.
DO your best she urged. and she
! kissed him. She certainly was
pulling girl
kittie's brother Jack was wild to
20. He was college boy, bright and
quick, and he said he could get an
other youth who had some newspaper
experience.
Get HIM" instructed Wellington.
Take a carriage and hustle. I'll try
to pick up a photographer on the way
10 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 Highwood
they had to leave the train. One
( NHt Ndo NbihiuE iiidt IFiTf anu intN
We're 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 prepared as opportunity
offered, box or a board on ones
own knee serving as desk, but the
problem of the wire was ever pres
ent. One man was sent back early,
to try to get the story started. Later
the others followed. and found the
temporary telegraph office in a state
of siege
NO chance here for what we've
got" was Wellington's decision.
Wed be lucky to get thousand
words through
It's Newton for US So exclaimed
/ Wellington. I'VE can get wires
Z there"
I NO train" said the station agent,
| when approached May be one
/ later, but it's uncertain.
! Give US an engine said Yelling
/ ton.
Cant without orders. returned
the agent
you've got to-" insisted yelling
ton you've got a railroad wire
open. Wire headquarters that the
- DiH1sa NdliAo oil filEtl1F " view
ton
well. l guess not" was the re.
ply q think too much of my job
to bother EN- that way at a time
like this
'I'll telegraph" threatened We'll
lington "A telegram to your super
intendent will have to 20 through,
and I'll wire him that you refuse an
engine to Newton for the Express. -
Hold on cried the station agent,
as Wellington began TO write his
message. TN wire him myself"
Wellington hurried back to the tele-
graph office and fought his way TO
the desk. One word to Newton" he
pleaded: Just one word Sandwich
it in anywhere"
There was instant cutlery and pro-
test. He won his point finally. and
sent the single word Coming" to
Klttie. There was a protest that this
was no time for love messages, but
he insisted that this was strictly bust
ness. And it was
TITS the best can do" he con
fided to Jack. 1T will be nearly mid
= night before we get there, and we'll
want wires and typewriters. | hope
she'll understand"
You get your engine, and the
tracks clear!' the station agent
I called out.
, In the office of the Express there
was anxiety and excitement. Frag-
mentary reports of the cloudburst
they had, but there was no complete
story and not line of Special" ex-
cept what had been secured from sur
rounding towns. Blake himself was
nervous and anxious when the hour
hand of the clock slipped past II. >
with the wires clogged and work.
ing badly, he can't get much of a
story in now, anyhow" grumbled
Blake We'll have TO go ahead with
out him.
At 1880 he gave instructions to use
the emergency introduction: at 1l:40
he was calling Wellington names and
swearing at everybody in the office;
~ ,ton looping into the Object
I one OF the telegraph operators called
out
Newton" roared Blake. What
the devil does Newton want?"
wellington must have got back
there, suggested Rainey.
Newton looping in on second
wire--on a third" called the chief
operator. "Wellingtons story coming
on four wires,"
A thrill went through the office of
the more pronounced because of the
long. anxious wait. and every man
nerved himself for the race against
time in getting this story into the pa
per.
Good old Wellington" sighed
Blake. forgetting that he had been
consigning him to the perpetual fur
mace a few minutes before.
Newton on the long distancei"
came the cry from the next room,
and Blake hurried there.
It's a girl and she want YOU, said
1.-THE city editor.
'.Wellington's Girli7 exclaimed