White Pine news weekly mining review. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1910-1920, 1916-05-07

Give me u chance and see IL | will
lake itp' | cried. BESIDES, as you say.
men ought to make their chances and
not wait until they are given. Look at
Cliye-just a clerk, and he conquered
India! BY George. I'll do something in
the worlu yet.
She laughed at my sudden Irish eff
fervescence. why not?' she said.
You have everything a man could
~haye-youth. health. strength. educa-
ton. energy. | was sorry you spoke.
And now | am glad-so glad-if It
wakens these thoughts in you"
And II | do
Her dear hand rested like warm vel
vet upon my lips. Not another word,
sir. You should have been at the office
for evening duty half an hour ago
only | hadn't the heart to remind you.
Some day. perhaps. when you have
won your place in the world. we shall
talk IL over again"
And so il was that | found myself
that foggy November evening pursu-
ing the Camberwell tram with my
heart glowing within me and with the
eager determination that not another
day should elapse before ! should find
some deed which was worthy of my
lady. But who-who in all this wide
world could ever have imagined the in
credible shape which that deed was TO
take or the strange steps by which I
was lei to the doing of il?
I always liked MeArdie. the grabbed,
old, round backed. red headed news
editor. and | rather hoped that be
liked me. OF course. Beaumont was
the real boss. but he lived in the rare
fled atmosphere of some Olympian
height, from which he could distin-
guish nothing smaller than an inter
national crisis or a split in the cabi-
net. Sometimes we saw him passing
in lonely majesty to his inner sanctum.
with his eyes staring vaguely and his
mind lowering over the Balkans or the
Persian gulf. He was above and be-
lieutenant, and il WAS he that we
knew. The old man nodded as | en-
tered the room. and he pushed his
spectacles far up on his bald fore
head.
Well, Mr.. Malone. from all | hear.
sou seem to be doing very we'll" said
he in his kindly Scotch accent.
l thanked him.
"The colliery explosion was excel
lent. So was the Southwark fire. You
have the true descreeptiye touch. What
did you want IN see me about
ITO ask a favor"
He looked alarmed. and his eyes
Stunned mine. Tut. tut. What is
itg'
"Do you think, sir, hat you could
| possibly send me on some mission for
the paper? would do my best to put
II through and get You some good
copy"
What sort of meesion had you in
your mind. Mr.. Malone?'
well sir, anything that had adyen-
ture and danger in it. | really would
do my very best The more difficult 1t
was the better 1t would suit me-
"You seem very anxious 10 lose your
life,
ITO justify my life. sir.
MeArdle was plunged in thought for
some minutes.
81 wonder whether you could get on
f~riendly-or at least on talking-terms
with a modern Munchausen." he said
at last. You seem to have a sort OF
genius for establishing relations with
people-sympathy, | suppose, or animal
magnetism. or youthful vitality. or
something. | am conscious of ii my
sek.'
you are very good. sir"
$50 why should you not try your
luck with Professor Challenger of En-
more Park1'
l dare say ] looked a little startled.
challenger" | cried. Professor
Challenger, the famous z%oologist!
Wasn't he the man who broke the skull
of Blundeii of the Telegraph"
The news editor smiled grimly.
DO you mind? Didn't you say 1t
was adventures you were after?'
1T is all in the way of business sir"
| answered.
Zone moment, sir ! added, Il am
not very clear yet why | am to inter-
view this gentleman? What has he
done?"
The face flashed back again.
Went TO South America ON a soil
tary e~xpedeetion two years ago. Came
back last year, Had undoubtedly been
to South America. but refused to say
exactly where. Began TO tell his adj
ventures in a vague way, but some
body started to pick holes. and he just
shut up like an oyster. Something
wonderful happened. or the mans a
champion liar, which is the more prob
able supposeetion. Got so touchy that
he assaults any one who asks ques-
lions and heayes reporters doun the
stairs In my opinion he's just a homi-
cidal m~eglomaniac with n turn for
science. That's your man. Mr.. Malone.
Now, of you run and e what you