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1 MARJORIE RUSSELL'S CHANCE.
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4 How She Took It , and Scut the News.
I Uy R. G. BUTLER.
( Copyright , 1809. by R. G. Butler. )
"Come" back la about two ' weeks. Miss
Ilussell. In. the meantime , it you care to
eond us anything , we shall bo glad to
road it. "
' The managing editor swung his chair
) < f around and picked ux > his newspaper ; evi
dently ho considered the Interview ended.
"Will you print anything I send ? asked
the girl , eagerly. "What compensation
do "
"Wo don't compensate , wo pay , " said Mr.
Iltoks , sharply , owlnglng around again. "Wo
haven't 'tlmo to compensate. Remember
that , plaaso , la writing for the Globe ; say
'pay' instead of 'compensate ; ' It's better ,
4 being shorter. Then yes , we'll print any
thing you send us that Js good , and what wo
don't print wo'll keep for you till the end
ot the year. Good morning. "
Itwas then nearly 4 o'clock , but Mar
jorlo Russell was so confused by the unu-
BUal exporlonco of Interviewing an editor
and applying for work that she answered
dutifully , "Good morning. " and went away ,
fiho found her way half mechanically
through the dlrjgy room , between rowa of
desks , and down the crooked staircase until
oho stood Jn itho glass storm door , the only
modern appearing part of the old newspaper
building. There she stood for a few min
utes to sot her bcarlnes again.
It "was Marjorlo Russell's first trial nt j
"entering Journalism" meaning newspaper i
work. Before she and her brother came to I
the city eh had indeed written for the
weekly paper In their town , but that eho had
done "for fun. " Now , however , nho was
nnxlous to do real work for real money.
Uncle Bon had died , leaving his affairs in
volved , Aunt Sarah know nothing ol busi
ness , and to crown all , her brother , Billy ,
"IP YOU WRITE ANYTHING GOOD SEND
IT IN , " SAID THE EDITOR ,
wa In bed -with a hip trouble that "prom
ised to lo eerlous. " So In desperation
Marjorlo looked about for something to do
and happening to pick up an old copy of
the iNow Carthage Palladium , wherein eho
tuw ono of ' her own contributions , ehe
thought of what eho called "Journalism. "
That was said to offer a beginner more
than any other profession and Marjorlo had
that It was destined to bo "woman's
great Held. " So she had bearded a news
paper lion in his den and now stood think
ing over her audacity and her escape.
If she did not get all she had hoped for
she had been encouraged , at least she con
sidered the suggestion that she should re
turn In two weeks as encouragement. And
the request that she should -write for the
Glebe ? That was almost an offer'of work !
So eho crossed "tho park" and gained a
small foothold and part of a strap In a
crowded cable car and on the trip uptown
planned how she would write an article that
evening , send It off at once , and perhaps see
It In the paper the next morning.
But she had no chance towrite when she
got home. Going to her brother's room ,
Billy greeted her with a shout :
" ' ' " he cried.
"I'm glad you'vo come , Madge ,
You know that old land tltlo suit of father's ?
Old Hubbard , who was Interested -with
father , telegraphs from West Capua that It's
boon reopened and comes up on Monday.
Ho wants mo to como on with some mem
oranda that father had. Fancy me in Capua ,
not to say West Capua ! I'd llko to get out
of the house even to go there. "
"Has the doctor been hero today ? " asked
Marjorlc.
"No ; but don't worry. I can't go , that's
flat or rather , I am. But you know as
much about the case as I do , so you'll have
to go "
"O , Billy. " sighed Marjorie ; "I won't have
a chance then to wrlto an article for the
Globo. "
"You won't tonight , Madge. I'm sorry ,
you poor little Journalist. But you'll find
another chance , or If you don't you must
make one , " and ho began to discuss the
suit , producing papers and memoranda 0.1
ho talked.
"Tho worst of It is , " ho continued , "you'll
have to go tonight ; the Sunday train doesn't
connect. "
There was DO money In her brother's or
her awn "purso " for luxuries ; eo Marjorie ,
feeling very forlorn , settled herself In the
seat of a day car of a through express ,
prepared for an uncomfortable night. West
Capua was two-thirds of the way across the
fitato ; olio 'would ' have eleven hours of trav
eling , oven If she got there on time.
As she was making herself comfortable for
the night she saw a young man pass through
the car whoso face appeared familiar. At
first oho could not place him , but at last
sho. remembered that she had seen him in
the Glebe ofllce that afternoon a 'reporter ,
for ho bad been writing at a desk near Mr.
Hicks.
"He's traveling for the paper , " thought
Majorlo. "Ho goes In the sleeping car.
Well , I shall do that some day even It I
don't travel for the paper , " and she drew
her ulster around her , Bottled her handbag
as a pillow a llttlo less uncomfortable and
went to sleep.
It was nearly 12 o'clock when ehe woke
again. -wonder where wo are , " she said
to herself , "I wonder If we're on time. I
don't need to get to West Capua until 8
o'clock. I think I'd rather spend three
hours extra on the train than In the Wast
Capua 'depot. ' " A glance through the .win
dow gave her no Idea ot her whereabouts
and she tried to go to sleep again.
Suddenly there came a series ot violent
Jolts , the car pitched like a vessel at sea ;
there was a great crashing of glaej and
tearing ot woodwork and then , jutt as the
i lights went out , Majorlo saw something
dark 'break ' In at the forward end of the cat
where eho sat and then she felt a blow on
1'tho head.
"What Is the matter ? " ehe said to her
self , rubbing her eyes. Where why what's
happened ? What Is all that noise ? Why ,
It's an accident. Oh , help ! help ! " eho cried.
Then "Bo quiet , Marjorlo Russell ; see If
you're hurt first before you cry. No , I don't
think I'm hurt much ; 'but If I could find my
feet I should know why don't I carry
matches ? "
From all around came a confused sound
of moans and ejaculations , curses , prayers ;
and over all and through all , the piercing
whistle of the steam , and everywhere It was
dark dark as pitch ,
Majorle felt about her carefully. Her feet ,
she found at last , were held fast under a
seat , and 1lio back of a seat was hanging
Immediately over her head ; it was that which
had struck her. A few minutes' careful
i working enabled Marjorlo to get her feet out
of the trap , and brisk rubbing of the ankles
I feel all right. Can't I help ? Are there
many hurt ? "
(
"There's nothln' for you do do 'm ; we've
got all the doctors In town see , the depot's
right here , an' It's an hour since it hap
pened jest step out o' the way 'm , please ; "
and Muller pulled her to one side to let
four men pass , who were carrying some
thing covered with a blanket.
Marjorlo looked at it with wide open eyes.
"How many persons arc hurt ? " she asked
at length.
"There's been ten killed , " ( began Muller.
"Hey ! what's the matter ? " for iMarJorie had
clutched his arm , and clung to it as it eho
was about to fall. "You are hurt miss. Let
me help you up to the depot- "
"I'm not hurt , " protested Marjorie , as
Muller steadied her on her feet , "but I
didn't know It was much of an accident I
TWO MEN ENTERED CARRYING 4 LANTERN.
put them In good condition again. She
scrambled to tier feet and made a step , but
her foot met something soft and motionless ,
and she stood still , horror-struck. That soft ,
motionless thing must be some one who was
hurt.
| " 0 , let mo get where I can see some-
I thing , " she cried , desperately ; "O , help ,
help " To her Joy , she saw a light approach
preach the car , "Help us In beret" she
cried. " ' hurt but there
"I'm not , are persons
who are. "
1 There was a crashing of woodwork bo-
I hind her , a few 'heavy blows with an ax ,
'and ' presently two men with lanterns forced
tholr way Into the car. The lanterns gave
barely enough light to eoo by ; but the men
were followed by others , whose lanterns bore
the red and green bands on their glasses
that Indicate the chiefs and foremen of vol
unteer lire companies. Marjorlo stood still
until they reached her ; five persona were
carried out before she was helped out.
"Hullo ! Ain't you Miss Russell : " exclaimed -
claimed the man who helped her to the
ground. "I'm George Muller , foreman o'
Mtonebaha nose , "
"Why where U this Orleans where we
used to spend tbo summer ? "
"Ycs'm. This la Orleans. Now'ra , Miss
Russell , let's get you to the doctor. "
"I'm not hurt now I know where I am ,
thought It was all a eort ot dream , and rather
funny "
"It's the blggmt accident on this road for
years , " said Muller. "Ten killed Is a big
thing , an' some of 'em are pretty big people ,
Nobody'll know It for twenty-four hours ,
either. Sunday mornln' , and no evcnlu' pa
pers anywhere. "
Marjorie looked at him a moment , catchIng -
Ing her breath.
"Havo you seen a tall , light-haired young
man among the wounded , or the others ? "
she asked at last.
"In the depot , " said Muller , leading her
to the station. There she , Indeed , saw the
young man whom half In Jeat , she had been
envying not so long before. Marjorie looked
at him for an Instant through tears ; she felt
as If she had known , him , a reporter for the
paper she hoped towrite for. A reporter !
Why , if bo had been alive , he would have
been sending word to his paper ot the ac
cident !
"Mr. MuHer. " said Marjorie to the fore
man of the Mlnnehaba hose , "I'm a newspa
per woman that man was a reporter on the
Globe my paper , Glvo me the facts as
you'vo got them , and I'll telegraph the news
to my paper ; there's a little time yet. " 6ho
went toward the telegraph ofllce , which was
lighted , and full of men ,
"I want to Bend a dispatch to the New
York Globe , " she said to the first man whose
attention she could get.
"You can't , " said ho ; and turned away.
' 'This Is a public ofllce , " said iMarJorie , as
tonished at her own 'boldness. ' The man
looked up at her ; there was a llttlo hesita
tion , and then a second man spoke to her :
"It vou .wait an hour or so , ma'am , you
can have the wire , but wo'ro sending so
many railroad messages now that I can't
promise it to you short of an hour. "
( Marjorlo turned away in despair , to find
Muller by her sldo.
"I thought you wouldn't get a show , 'm , "
ho said. "Them fellers is railroad men
the depot master 'nd the local sup'lntondent ,
an' the engineer what escaped "
They were standing In the doorway ot
the station , and across the square could
see an upper room .brilliantly lighted the
only place at hand that wag lighted.
"There's the telephone exchange , " ex
claimed iMarJorie. "That's open all night.
I'm going to try that. Como with me , "
she commanded , starting toward the light.
"You'vo got the names of them all ? "
Muller nodded , and preceding her up the
stairs , opened the door of the telephone ex
change. "Central" was looking out of the
window.
" "
Fred , " eald iMuller , "this is Miss Russell ,
who used to llvo hero summers ; she's a re
porter fo a New York paper an' wants to
sipeak to It "
"Will you call It up at once , please. I
don't know the number. "
"What's the name ? It'll coat you ? 2 , "
said "central , " shortly ; It was bad enough
not to bo able to go to the wrecked train
without having to attend to a call.
"AH right , " replied ( Marjorie , producing
her purse. This stirred "central" up ; ho
devoted himself to his telephone and after
a one-elded conversation of some length
turned to ( Marjorlo :
"Got 'em , now here y'are , "
IMarJorie took the receiver and leaned
ogalnst the table. Now that she was in
touch with the Glebe office ehewanted to
drop the instrument and run. She stood
silent for a moment.
"Hello ! What d'ye want ? " came a small
volco In her car.
The sound nerved Marjorlo to her task ,
"Is this the New York Globe ? " she called.
"Yes , itj is ? Who are you ? "
"Is Mr. Hlcko In ? " ( Suppose he isn't ?
thought Marjorie. )
"Yes , he's In. Who are you ? "
"Tell him Miss Russell , who saw him
about 3 o'clock ycetorday today wants to
sco him. I am at Orleans , there's been a
big railroad accident "
"Hold the wire , " came the order. Mar
jorlo waited breathlessly ; suppose Mr.
Hicks should not come , or should make
light of her story ?
"Well , Bliss Ruseell , " came Mr. Hicks'
volco , "What's this ? Where ere you ? "
"I'm at Orleans , about ISO miles from tbo
city , " answered Marjorie. "The C o'clock
through express collided with a freight train
hero about midnight and killed ten persons
and Injured six. "
"Why didn't you telegraph ? "
"The company has the wires. You had
a reporter on the train tall , light-haired ;
I naw him In the office -yesterday afternoon
"
noon
"Yes , Saunders what's happened to
him ? "
"Ie's [ he's ono of the ten , " eald Mar
jorie.
There was a sound as If a chair had been
pushed back on a rough floor ; then Mr.
Hicks eatd ;
"I'll send a reporter to take down your
story. Tell him everything you know , but
remember that It'a 1:30 : and gctWng later
every minute. " '
"Now , then , Miss Russell , " began a new
voice , "begin and I'll take you down. "
"Time's up , " said "central , " behind Mar
jorie.
" 0 , Mr. I don't know your name , "
cried Marjorlo to her friend ISO miles away ;
"my time Is up and I have no more money. "
"Tell 'central' to take your place a min
ute , " said the voice. Marjorlo obeyed and
used the Interval to talk to Muller.
"Everything's all right , " said "central , "
after a few minutes , with a subdued air , as
ho handed the receiver back to Marjorie ;
"Go ahead , 'm ; long's you want. "
The foreman of Minnohaha hose was a.
good assistant. iHo gave what ho knew of
the facts In order , and Marjorlo detailed
them to her unknown friend , who at inter
vals piled her with question after question.
Between the skillful stenographer at one end
and the intelligent girl nt the other end ot
i the wire , it was not long before the story
of the accident was In the Glebe office.
"Miss Russell , " said Mr. Hicks , so sud
denly that Marjorie jumped. She had not
noticed that her unknotvn friend had given
I up his place. "I am much obliged to you.
I You've given us a big heat. Will you got
' today's story and send it to us for Monday's
paper ? Send It In by C o'clock tonight by
telephone , I guess. I'll arrange for It. 1
"
I can count on you. Very well. "Good night. "
"Good night , " said Marjorlo , mechanically.
i "Hlng off , " said "central. " "Those papero
must be > rich. < My , how they fly around.
. That tlmo I called you off and took the wlro
I they switched mo on to the big central
' ofilco in New York , an' I got word right
from the 'super' to give you all the tlmo
i you wanted. "
I "You'd better como home with me , " Bald
Muller to Marjorlo. "My mothcr'll put you
up. What you need most Is sleep. "
Long before Marjorlo was awake on Sun
day morning the railroad had finished Us
. use of the wires , and newspaper men came
1 Into Orleans from nil directions. A message
to her brother relieved Marjorlo's mind of
' anxiety , and left her free to do her novel
work with a light heart. Most of the work
was done ( for her , for the reporters , di
viding up among themselves , met later and
exchanged news , and , coming to interview i
Marjorie , gave her nil they had In return
for the personal news ebo .could . glvo to
them.
That afternoon , after she had sent her
"story" by telephone , Marjorie told Mr.
Hicks of her errand to West Capua ,
"Poor Banders was going to West Capua , "
i said Mr. Hicks. "Will you take his place ?
| If you will , go on by train tonight , " and he
proceeded to give Instructions.
"That's my case. " said Marjorie.
"It's a cause celebre , " replied Mr. Hicks.
"You oucht to write about It from knowl
edge , If it's your case. Now , pay attention.
The express doesn't connect for West Capua
Monday mornings ; that's why -wo sent poor
Banders on last night. You will have to
go ont to Palmyra Center and drlvo to
West Capua. "
"Yes , but I have only enough money
to "
"If you can got to Capua you'll bo all
right. I'll telegraph money to you there. "
"I think I have enough , " eald Marjorie ,
"Can't you telegraph it to Palmyra ? " An
Inspection of her purse had showed very llt
tlo spare cash.
"I'll telegraph for a carriage at Palmyra ,
to bo paid for at Capua , " said Mr. Hicks , and
so the long range talk ended.
Three days later Marjorie sent In her name
to Mr. Hicks. This time ho greeted her
warmly.
"That was a good piece of work , Miss RUB.
sell ; you cleaned out every other paper In
the city. Wo got out an extra for you. "
"An extra ! For mo ! " Marjorlo's eyes
opened wide , "May might I BCD ono ? "
"Now , " gald Mr. Hicks , after name fur
ther conversation , "you take your extra
homo , and rest a day. Then como down on
Friday , and I'll help you make out your
bill , and glvo you an as&lgnmcnt. "
Marjorie found her way home as fast as
derated train -would take her , and burst
into her brothor'H room wltnout waiting to
knock ,
"Hilly , " ehe cried , waiving the newspa
per Jn her hand ; "there's my extra ! I'm
not a bit hurt , and I've got a place on the
paper ! "
UI2AIU ) A J1ET.
Story of n. Southern Mnii Who la
Searching for n. LOIIK Lout Son.
"Would you bo kind enough to tell mo
where Iwill find the United States district
attorney's office ? " asked an old man one
afternoon recently of a Denver Times man.
"You sco , It is this way , " continued the
old man. handing the other fellow a card
which bora the name "Cornelius Brecfcln-
rldge Taliaforro , Flomlngsburg , Ky. " "I
am in Colorado for the first time in my lifo
and the object of my visit is to find a eon
of mine , Andrew. Andrew has been gone for
nearly seventeen years , and I thought I
would call tioon Mr. John D. Fleming , the
district attorney , and eeo It ho could beef
of any assistance to mo in my search. You
know I am from the Bamo place that Mr.
FJemlng was from. I .was a great friend
of his father's and remember John as a llttlo
boy , although I presume ho would not re
member mo. IMy , my , Jiow time does fly ! "
When Informed that Mr. Fleming was no
longer district attorney , the old gentleman
eecimed eurprlsod and said : "It's strange ,
very strange ; I expected to see him euro ,
but I am too old to hunt around any moro
today. You see , I am now in my 7Bth
year , and cannot stand a great deal of exer
tion.
tion."I
"I am going to toll you a llttlo Incident
of my life that has never before been made
public , " and the old gentleman reached bla
hand up to his vest and pulled out a snowy
whlto beard which flowed almost to Jils
knees. "That beard of mlno Is now thirty-
one Inches long and the cause of ills length
in all due to the fact that I once made a
bet. When the war broke out I was ono
of the southerners who enlisted and fought
with the confederates. Quite naturally my
feeling toward Abraham Lincoln was not of
the best. When Old Abe came up the second
end time for election I said to a friend :
'Bob , if Old Abe Lincoln is elected again I
will never again ehave. ' 'Well , ' said Bob ,
'If Abe Lincoln IB not elected I will never
shavo. ' Both agreed It ebould eland aa n
bet and the election day rolled around and
the result Is well known. I never ehaved ,
not because I considered I owed Bob a debt ,
for bo died before another year passed ,
"A short tlmo ago I heard my son , An
drew , was in Colorado and had a paying
gold mlno down In the Ban Juan country.
I am going down there to look around , and
if I find him I will consider my mission on
earth finished. "
Colonel Tallaferro was a guest of the St.
James while In Denver ,
To Keep from flettliifr Tired on Train.
New York Evening Post : An experienced.
traveler eaysthat / most of the fatigue of )
a long Jounvsy Is quite unnecessary < < ind
comes from an unconscious effort to carry
the train instead ; of letting the train carry
us. That Is , in reslstlnp the motion In
stead of relaxing- and yielding to it. Ho ad
vises always resting the feet on the rail ot
the seat in front , if euch Is provided , as to
keep the feet off the floor lessens the vibra
tion that is conveyed to the body and pre
vents just that much etraln , A bag will do
n well for a footstool If nothing else Is to
be had. The body , -while BittingIn a cur ,
nhould bo an completely relaxed as possible.
Until ono attempts this relaxation in a rail
way car It la not discovered how tense 1
the effort to resist the motion all of which
is In direct accordance with modern physi
cal culture , -which has discovered , that trua
rcposo goes further .than mere nonactlon.
HiiNii't MUniMl n. liny In Nine Ycur ,
A little boy named Hymerx , who attcmln
a Bohool under the Bouth Shields Hchool
board , 'has jnado a local record in the mat
ter of school attendance , never having lieen
either absent or late since he was admitted
us an infant in July , 1SW. 'He ' has now fin
ished his course and to commemorate lili
exemplary conduct the board last -week pre
sented him with a handsome writing desk
und u framed certificate.
AVral < iir .
Puck : "Wabbka * greatest fault seems < o
be 'his ' lack of decWon. "
"Yt-s. he wouldn't know hl own -mind ( I
he was to meet It In the middle of the high ,
road in broad daylight , "
