"Why let me tell you----"
And then in a few swift words, Mickey sketched in the young woman so
intelligent she had selected him from all the other "newsies" by a
description, and sent him to Mr. Bruce; how she had dolls ready to give
away, and poor children might ride in her car; how she lived with "darling
old Daddy," and there Mickey grew enthusiastic, and told of the rest
house, and then the renting of the cabin on Atwater by the most
considerate of daughters for her father and her lover, and when he could
not think of another commendatory word to say, Mickey paused, while a
dazed man muttered a word so low the boy scarcely heard it.
"I don't know why you say _that!_" cried Mickey.
"Ommh!" said Mr. Chaffner, slowly. "I don't either, only I didn't
understand they were _engaged_. It's my business to find and distribute
news, and get it fresh, 'scoop it,' as our term is, and so, Mickey, when
investigations are going on, and everybody knows a denou--a big surprise
is coming, in order to make sure that my paper gets in on the ground
floor, I make some investigation for myself, and sometimes by accident,
sometimes by intuition, sometimes by sharp deduction we _happen_ to land
before the investigators.
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