The Great Secretary-of-State Interview
his sheets almost before he reached the bottom of them, running his pencil through some words, filling in others, calling "copy" to the boys who carried the sheets to the compositors, who were making the type-setting machines hum. Carrington was now writing on page 5. Page 3 was already in type. "I suppose," he whispered to himself, "they were bluffing at the hotel. Just like me to get fooled."
A few minutes later there was a sudden burst of cheers in the Convention Hall of the Western city. Upon a bulletin-board had been written a message sent by Reed, the managing editor, to The Evening Star's correspondent.
For three minutes there was much cheering and throwing up of hats from the Holliday men all over the hall. The Evening Star was always popping out with exclusive news, and it was a clean, reliable paper.
It had come just in time. Other dispatches already arrived had reported "the administration continues its past policy of silence." And in a few minutes more the
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