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Updated: August 2, 2024


If it is true that books have their fates, it is still more true of newspapers. Was it that a collectivist paper the rival organ mentioned by Wilkins recently started by a group of young and outrageously clever Venturists and more closely in touch than the Clarion with two or three of the great unions, had filched the Clarion's ground?

With these he worked cunningly and with complete absorption in his pursuit, neither stirring out of his own place nor communicating with any fellow being. Consequently he knew nothing of the sensation which had convulsed Worthington, nor of the "Clarion's" change of policy.

You must listen to this seriously, for I think the Professor was very much in earnest when he wrote it. As Life's unending column pours, Two marshalled hosts are seen, Two armies on the trampled shores That Death flows black between. One marches to the drum-beat's roll, The wide-mouthed clarion's bray, And bears upon a crimson scroll, "Our glory is to slay."

The landing-field official announced that the Clarion's flyers had left not fifteen minutes before for Freetown, Africa. And upon investigating the helium valves in the wings of the Sky-Bird, our boys found to their dismay that fully a third of the pressure was gone, indicating that an equal quantity of gas had escaped in some manner.

In rough magnificence array'd, When ancient Chivalry display'd The pomp of her heroic games, And crested chiefs and tissued dames Assembled, at the clarion's call, In some proud castle's high arch'd hall. Warton Prince John held his high festival in the Castle of Ashby.

More than that, each recalled the Clarion's secrecy about the kind of airplane it planned to use; and its willingness to attempt the long "hops" which ordinary machines would have had difficulty in negotiating. It all pointed to but one logical meaning.

"A prejudiced witness; one of your own employees," pointed out the lawyer. "I wouldn't believe him under oath," said Pierce. "Perhaps you wouldn't believe me, either. I saw the whole thing myself," said Hal quietly. "And you intend to print it?" demanded Pierce. "It's news. The 'Clarion's' business is to print the news."

On the top was a letter on which Wharton pounced at once. It was addressed in a bold inky hand, and he took it to be from Nehemiah Wilkins, M.P., his former colleague at the Birmingham Labour Congress, of late a member of the Labour Clarion staff, and as such a daily increasing plague and anxiety to the Clarion's proprietor. However, the letter was not from Wilkins.

"If there's any question of honor to the 'Clarion, it's to tell the truth plainly and take the consequences." "Who said anything about the 'Clarion's' honor? This is between you and me." "You'll have to speak more plainly," said Hal with a dawning dread. "Boyee, I hate to do this, but I've got to, to save the city.

Ten thousand extra copies sped from the new and wonder-working press of the "Clarion" that night, to be absorbed, swallowed, engulfed by a mazed populace. In all the city there was perhaps not a man, woman, or child who, by the following evening, had not read or heard of the "Clarion's" exposure of the epidemic except one.

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