The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1915-04-07

encounter WIN
! the rest of the season But Of course
this depends upon whether they are
honest or in the hotel business to
! make money
Again Braine laughed. Bring her
back to New York alone, Esculapius,
and a fat check is yours Nothing
could be simpler than an idea like
this. It's fact; no man can think
of everything. and you've just proved
it to me- I've tried to do generals
work without aids Olga, does any one
watch me come and go any more?'
mo: 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 he found out what
he wanted"
And what's that?"
Heaven knows" discouragedly.
Come, doctor, suppose you and
go down to Days for little turn
at billiards.
Nothing would suit me better"
"All aboard, then! Goodnight,
Olga. Keep your hair on; mean your
own hair. We're going to win out,
don't you worry. In all games the min
ute you begin to doubt you begin to
lose"
That same night Norton sat at his
desk, in his shirt sleeves, pounding
away at 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 clickity-click
would sing the keys of the machine.
The story he was writing was in the
ordinary routine; the arrival of
great ocean liner with some political
notables who were not adverse to de-
nouncing the present administration.
You will have noticed, no doubt, that
some disgruntled politician is always
denouncing the present hdministra-
ton, it matters not II 1t be Republican
or 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 his story, yanked out
the final sheet, called for a copy boy,
rose and sauntered over 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." twist
ing his cigar into the corner Of his
mouth. Got that story?"
Norton sat down. Eyes, but have
not got it for print yet. Mr. Blair,
when you gave me the Hargreave 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 | ever fallen down on a
good story?' quietly.
M, can't remember" grudgingly.
well, if you'll have patience I'll
HOl ldll uOWH Oh tHlS one. IL tHe
greatest criminal story ever handled,
but it's so big that it's going to take
time"
Gimme an outline"
Il have promised not to-" with a
grimness equal to the "old mans"
If line of this story trickles out 1t
will mean that every other paper will
be moving around, and in the end
will discover enough to spoil my end
Of it. I'll tell you this much: The
most colossal band of thieves this
country ever saw is at one end Of the
stick. And when | say that counter
letting and politics and millions are
involved. you'll, understand how big
1t is. This gang has city protection.
We are running them all into a cor
ner; but we want that corner so deep
that none of them can wriggle out of
it,"
"Umhm. Go on"
Il want two months more"
The 'old man" beat tattoo with
his fat pencil Sixty days. then. And
If the yarn isn't on my desk at mid.
night. you"
Hunt for another Job. All right.