The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1916-03-02
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Towards morning there was an army
CT newspaper men so worried and dis
tressed, and generally consumed with
the mad passion Of restraint, that
there was scarcely a fngernail left in
the profession. and frightened-eyed
copy boys hid behind doors. Sud.
denly a dozen telegraph operators in
as many Offices, jumped from their
desks, as n they had been touched at
the same instant by a powerful cur
rent from their instruments, and shout.
ed varying phrases, a composite OF
which would be nearest expressed by:
Let 'er go!"
II had been eight o'clock IN the eve
ming In New York when Gerald Fos-
land had first given out his informa.
tion. and at that moment II was ! m
In Berlin. At 3 a. m, Berlin time,
which was 10 p. m. in New York the
Baron Won Slachten who had been de-
tained by an unusual stress Of diplo-
matte business strolled to his favorite
cafe. AT 3:0j the Baron Won Slach.
ten became the most thought about
man In his city, but the metropolitan
press Of Berlin is slightly fettered and
more or less curbed, and there are
certain tormalities to be observed. Il
Is probable, therefore. that the baron
might have gone about his peaceful.
way for two OF three days had not a
fool American, In the advertising
branch Of one OF the New York pa
pers, in en- entire ignorance Of decent
formalitIes. walked straight out Unter
den Linden. to Baron Won Slachteu's
favorlte cafe, and, picking out the
baron IT a table with four bushy.
faced friends. made this cheerful re-
mark, In the manner and custom Of
journalists In bis native land:
We'll. baron, the international
Transportation company has con.
fessed. Could you give me a few
words on the subject?'
The baron, who had been about to
drink stein Of beer set down his half
liter and stared at the young man
blankly, His face turned slowly yell
low, and he rose.
lass bleiben' the baron ordered
the handy persons who were about to
remove the cheerful advertising repre-
sentative and lncarcerate him for
li'e, and then the baron walked stol-
idly out Of the cafe, and rode home
and wrote for an hour or so, and ate
a heavy early breakfast. and returned
to his study. and obligingly shot him.
self.
This was at seven a. m, Berlin time,
which was two a m. in New York;
and owing to the nervousness Of an
old woman servant, the news reached
New York at three a. m, and the big
wheels began TO 20 around.
Where was Edward E. Allison?
There was nothing the free and entire.
ly uncurbed wanted to know so much
as that; but the T. and e. u. was
doomed to disappointment in that one
desire Of its heart Even as he had
stumbled down the steps Of the Sar.
gent house. Allison was aware of the
hideous thing he had done; aware, too,
that Jim Sargent was as violent as
good.naured men are apt to be. This
thought, It must be said In justice to
Allison, came last and went away
first. Il was from himself that he
tried to run away. when he shot his
runab9ut up through the park and
into the north country, and. by devious
roads. TO a place which had come to
him as II by inspiration; the Willow
club, which was only open in the sum.
mertime, and employed a feeble old
caretaker In the winter. To this haven
bleak and cold as his own numbed
soul. Allison drove IN mechanical
frmness, and walked around TO the
kitchen. where he found old Peabody
smoking a corncob pipe, and labori-
ously mendlng a pair OF breeches.
Allison went into the Office and
closed the door after him. Il was
damp and chill In there, but he did not
notice H. lie sat down in the swivel
chair behind the fiat top desk and
rested his chin in his hands and
stared out OF the window at the bleak
and dreary landscape. Just within bis
range Of vision was a lonely little
creek. shadowed by mournful droop-
ing willow which had given the club
It's name, and in the wintry breeze II
waved It's long tendrils against the
ieaden gray sky. Allison fixed his eyes
on that oddly beckoning tree and
strove to think. Old Peabody came
pottering In, and with many clang
and clatter builded a fire in the capa
cious Dutch stove; with a longing
glance at Allison, for he was starved
with the hunger of talk, be went out
again
At dusk he once more opened the