The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1920-08-25
Observation-Disclosures
"A DOUBLE SCOOP
Observation-Disclosures llIllIIlilillilIlI
Copyright. 1915. Western Newspaper Cnion.)
BY GENEVIEVE ULMAF


tCopyriyht. 1918. Western Newspaper unlon.)
Deane Marshall had made goo
Impression upon Elva Waters, or fan
cled he had. He was doubly anxiou
to win the good graces of her fathe,
the Hon. Rupert Waters, Judge, ex
4 mayor and present owner Of the Dali,
Gazette. Rushton was o lively, up-to
.date little city and boasted two dali.
/ newspapers, hot rivals, fighting eacl
other every inch Of the way and keep
ing things locally at fever heat.
Blinn Danyers was the star reporter
on the Field and once in while called
upon Elva. which Deane deemed ar
Z invasion Of home territory. Danvert
was a dyedin-the-wool journalist
while Deane was mere novice. The
latter was striving hard to hold his
position on the Gazette and win bet
ter one, for that meant the good will
Of the Judge and permanent position
near to Elva. The policy Of Danvers
was obstructive. He did all he could
to keep Deane from scoring a SCOOP
Y or getting even his honest share Of the
news. This was exemplified one day
when both young reporters stood on
the platform of q junction. A politj.
elan of national fame was to reach
there at 8. a. m, wait eight. minutes
for q connection and go on his way.
Both reporters were to- get brief in
teryiew within that precious -four hun
dred and eighty seconds time. The
Field cared little for the item, as the
politician was Of q party antagonistic
to Its principles. For the Gazette It
would besquite a feature.
Iii his usual fresh way, and knowing
the ropes and full of assurance. Dan
;-ers got the ear OF the politician first.
Persistently he held his pIs.1e by the
side Of the annoyed functionary, simply
wasting the time to keep Deane from
getting in a word edgewise. So net
lied was Deene that as the next train
pulled in lie JUMPED aboard, deter
mined if It took all day he would Sc
cure that coveted interview. At first
the politician resested further infringe
ment on his time, but. Deane felt that
he was making the play of his life.
"AIr. Ashton he said, my future MS
asreporter and possibly my life's sap.
p!ness depend upon your indulgence.
4 lam going to appeal to the sentiment
tai side Of your broad human nature
""Yon interest me- acknowledged
the politician, and Deane told his
whole story. The politician smiled.
spread himself, and. although It took
eight hours to make 1: connections,
Deane got back to Rushton at dusk,
chuckling over a two-column interview
that was worthy Of big headlines and
told something. 81
.'Of course don't know what ! have
lost; Of the usual local grist. but lean
soon catch up with that, ruminatcd
Deane and started for the central po-
lice ONCE to find 1t deserted.
"yvhy, where's the crowd2" he in
squIred Of the night clerk.
& "All on on the Fidelity bank case"
'.The what !" faltered Deane, with q
sinking heart. i
.Where you been-asleep? All the
force and three extras on the Field
are working up the biggest bank rob-
berry that ever happened In Rushton.
It was Just 1T dark. a masked man
overpowered the Waterman at the
Fidelity, grabbed satchel with over
one hundred thousand dollars In 1t
and made of. The Waterman is sure
that he winged him as he put down the
alley, but money and man haven't left
. trace"
,Deane reached the bank to find
crowd gathered there, but that was not
the present center Of Interest. The
emissaries Of the law were securing
the district in every direction. Dan
yers and his extras, provided with au-
tomobiles. were following down clues.
Deane got the primary facts Of the
case and rather disheartenedly paced
down the alley. Turning toward the
main street, as he passed an old I'M
used barn he paused. A groan, quick.
sspasmedic, caught his hearing. He en-.
tered the lower dismantled story. He
flashed his electric torch about. Some
thing glistened where broken lad
der ran up sidewalk.
..Blood" muttered Deane, and as
cended. Then again he flashed the
light. There, lying face up<and still
upon the hay, was man, gaping
wound in his throat. At his side was
a satchel. At a glance Deane took IN
the situation-here was the thief and
his booty!
The man, wounded, had craWled
here honrs since. He had just died.
Any sentiment Of help was useless.
Deane became the astute reporter In
the presence Of q tremendous scoop.
He thought quickly. He examined
satchel and clothing. He took flash
light Of man and environment. He
covered up the body with the hay, he
took the satehel with him to the office
and called up the horne Of his chief.
Ell Behind guarded doors those two
worked over the greatest newspaper
trilImph ever scored IN RuShtOn. The