THE END.
JACK DEVEREUX'S SCOOP
The Story of a Young War Correspondent's Thrilling Experience in Morocco
By PERCY F. WESTERMAN
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"IT'S very unfortunate," remarked the editor of the Intelligence to his sub. "Arnold is in Tripoli in anticipation of a good 'story' when a real fight does take place. He may get it or he may not—time will prove. Baker is away in Panama waiting for developments. Cole is down with some childish complaint or other, and the doctor won't let him do a stroke. But Cole always was a man to knuckle under easily. To cap it all there's this Morocco business taking everybody by surprise, and the Intelligence hasn't a man on the staff fit to be sent. I'd go myself, by George! if I were twenty years younger."