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In "The Fourth Estate" the
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States Judge against big odds and
against the cunnzngly under
handed machinations of the law
yer lobbyist Dupuy form one of
the most valuable as well as
most entertaining pieces of fic
tion of the day. That the false
judge's daughter, the reigning
beauty in the fashionable life of
a leading city, should play a
sensational part in this gripping
story of strong honest men and
of strong dishonest men, fight
ing each other in a war of dol
lars, evidences the romantic
possibilities of the narrative.
This is a story of today's
America, a fact story torn out of
life's book, dealing with the most
vital issues that confront every
of us. Romance and humor
vie with stirring action for su
premacy in this instructive and
fascinating novel, which teaches
that the path of duty is the path
to love and happiness and that
in success, nobly won, lie re
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ing value than in a triumph ig
nobly and more easily gained.
Burke said there were three es
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porters' galleiy yonder there sat a
Fourth Estate more important far
than they all.—Carlyle.
HE silence in the managing
editor's room of the Daily
Advance was abruptly broken
by the entrance of Ross Mc
through a private door. His
eighteen jears of active newspaper
work in a career extending from cub
reporterhood to his present important
office had drilled into him the necessity,
even the habit, of constant action,
quick thought, keen and accurate per
ception and readiness for emergencies.
He hastily throw off his coat, glanced
at se\erul papers laid on bis desk
while he was ont at dinner and seated
himself in his managerial chair. He
wrote a few rapid words on a pad of
paper at his right hand as he pushed
a button with his left to summon an
office boy.
"Any one here while I was gone?"
McHenry queried sharply as the boy
"Yes sir. Woman whose boy was
pinche wants to keep it out of th'
Been outside two hours. She's
slttin' outside an' bawls an' bawls an'
"Tell her we're printing a newspa
per and I've left for the night."
"Then there was a few phone calls.
We bandied 'era all 'cept th' last. He
was a man nam
ed Nolan, an' be
wanted tor see
McHenry im
mediately be
came interested.
••What'd you
him?" he
asked, rising.
"That you was
to th* theayter."
The managing
editor picked up
a Congressional
Directory and
shied it forcibly
at the lad.
time, young man,
you tell him I've
"WhaVd you tell
Tbe boy grinned and hurried away
to summon tbe night editor at McHen
ry's command and to dispose of the
"bawling" woman.
McHenry seated himself and tamed
to the ever ready telephone at tht
right hand corner of hia desk:
Novelized by
From the Great Play
of the Same Name
by Joseph Medill
Patterson and Har
riet Ford. & &
"Hello. Miss Stowe: Get me Mr.
Nolan—Mr. Michael Nolan—on the wire
right away."
As the managing editor hung up the
receiver Moore, the night editor, en
tered carrying a bundle of galley
proofs in his left band, a schedule in
his right.
"Well. Moore, what have you got for
part 1?" asked McHenry.
The night editor repeated rapidly in
a dead flat monotonous voice:
"Thirty-five columns of ads. Tele
graph editors hollering for twenty col
umns. He just got a couple of nice
flashes—one from Pittsburg about a
man eloping with his daughter-in-law
very fine people. Another first class
murder from St. Louis. Local has
twenty-six scheduled, sports are very
heavy, bowling, fights, checkers, and
Kentucky's shut down on racing they
want two pages. We've got a tip that
Morgan has the asthma. Steel will
probably open soft on Monday."
McHenry took down the telephone
receiver and held it expectantly at bis
ear. He took the proofs from Moore's
hand and began looking them over
They contained important articles
which had been set up, but which he
had not previously seen.
"Hello, there's a live one," be sud
denly exclaimed, glancing over one of
McHenry turned to the telephone.
toe sheets. "Bill, I'd like to run that
one. Senator Deering dead yet?"
"No. not yet."
The managing editor was disgusted.
••Pshaw!" be exclaimed. "I'll bet the
old codger dies for the afternoon pa
pers. We're having rotten luck lately."
The telephone rang.
"Hello! Who's this?" cried McHenry
savagely. But his voice changed ab
ruptly to Its most sugary tones.
"Ob, Mr. Nolan, tbis is Mr. McHen
ry. Yes wby, the boy said I'd gone to
tbe theater. He's new to newspaper
offices. Yes. indeed. He doesn't know
we newspaper men have little time for
theaters—no. indeed—ha, ba! I was
downstairs in the press room all the
time—yes. indeed: trouble witb tbe
roller on cylinder 5 of the color
press, and I happen to have a bit of a
mechanical turn of mind—yes. Indeed.
Anything 1 can do for you. sir? Hope
we may have tbe pleasure of showing
you over tbe office—your office—pretty
soon. Yes. sir. Tonight? Yes. any
time. We're always bere. Yes, sir.
Thank you."
He bung up tbe receiver and re
verted to bis natural voice. "It's the
new boss. Moore. 'S coming down to
"I wonder if that means more
changes?" observed the night editor
be filled his pipe.
McHenry sighed.
"Ain't a man who gets into this
business a sucker?"
The night editor smiled grimly.
"Wonder what kind of a Joke is this
Nolan anyway?" be asked.
Tbe night editor's brow wrinkled.
"All I know is tbat he's a Colorado
miner with a hill of ore all his own."
He glanced over tbe night editor's
down to the schedule. "What is this T-T-golf or
night editor's room. Nolan remember politics?"
"Taft—both: golf 2 down—conference
his name—Nolan. He's the new owner.
"Cheese it. another owner. Nobody
keeps us long, do they?"
"No." responded McHenry laconical
ly. "Like certain other luxuries, no
body keeps us long. We're too ex
pensive, Durkin."
with Aldrich."
McHenry snorted.
"Gosh, the White House Is dead since
Teddy left!" He pointed to the sched
ule. "What's this? 'Baltimore, one col
"Double divorce. They exchanged
"Good people?"
"Not much."
"Fifty words 'II be enough. Dead
heavy-stupid paper," grunted the man
aging editor.
McHenry rang for the boy, Durkin.
tnd on bis belated arrival sent bitn to
summon the city editor. "What you
got?" saluted McHenry as the editor
Downs, the city editor, weut straight
to the point.
"Are you going to use that follow up
story about Judge Bartelmy throwing
the Lansing Iron
company into a
receivership?" be
"I dunno. Any
on this
morning'sstory V"
"1 should say
yes telephone
going all day."
McHenry turn
ed and pounded
the desk with his
"If they kicked
on that they'd get
our jobs on tbis
He pointed at the
proof of the new
Bartelmy story
he bad
taken from Moore.
"Double divorce
They excliav ged
All the same, tbe
judicial ermine is getting rather soiled
these days. It makes me sore to think
of what they're pulling off on tbe
federal bench. He's bad all through,
that Bartelmy. Whose story is it
"Yep," responded tbe city editor
"By heaven, be is a newspaper man."
"That's why be won't last in this of
fice," put in Moore sarcastically.
"Yep." supplemented the city editor.
McHenry's face took on a resigned
expression as he said: "Well, we'll
have to pass it up." He paused. "It's
likely to be libelous."
He laid aside tbe proof sheet and re
sumed his perusal of the schedule of
articles intended to be used in tbe
next morning's paper.
"How about divorces?" McHenry
asked suddenly, raising bis head to
the city editor.
"The Sarrup divorce is up again.
Two new corespondents named" He
pointed them out among tbe photos.
McHenry drew a few lines on one
of the photos and rang for the boy.
"Bring me an artist, Durkin," be or
dered. Tbe artist soon appeared.
"Here," spoke up tbe managing ed
itor, "take these corespondents and
run 'em with the two you bad yester
day, but fix those up different. Put a
hat on one and tbe other in low neck,
and put Sarrup himself in the middle
with a dado of hearts around." Mc
Henry changed bis mind. "No make
It a big question mark of cupids and
the caption 'Which of These Women
Does This Mar Love?' Yes, and frame
In his wife too. Three columns."
"Yes, sir." responded the artist,
starting away witb the photos.
But McHenry called him back.
"Hey!" he cried. "Make that 'Which
of These Beautiful Women Does This
Man Love?'"
The artist bowed in acquiescence
and escaped.
McHenry took up another photo
"Ha, what a beauty!" he said en
thusiastically. "What's she been do
"She is Judith Bartelmy. the judge's
daughter. She gave a reception to
day," answered Downs, tbe city ed
"High society all there as usual, I
suppose?" mused McHenry. "The
Bartelmys are an old family, and
they've held on to some of their
money. Here. Downs." he went on.
"play her up for two—no, three col
umns. Maybe it will square it with
tbe judge for what we did to him in
the paper this morning. You explain
to an artist."
"All rlgjiti"
"The new boss, Nolan, is coming
down to look us over tonight," added
"Wonder where we'll all be working
next week?" was the city editor's re
ply over his shoulder as he quickly
made his exit.
The boy came in and laid a card on
the managing editor's desk.
"Miss Judith Bartelmy!" exclaimed
McHenry as he glanced at it. "Well,
what do you think of that, Moore?"
"It's a kick sure, and"—
"By the way." iuterjected McHenry
deliberately, "tbis girl. Judith Bartel
my, isn't she engaged to Wheeler
"Seems to me I've beard something
of the sort," assented Moore vaguely.
''Well, same here, and Brand wrote
that story tbis morning showing up
her father, tbe judge, as a trickster of
the worst, most dangerous sort. Now
the girl comes to this office—probably
to defend her dad. Say. Moore"-the
managing editcr was becoming excited
—"things are getting warm around
here. Brand certainly had his nerve
witb bim to hand such a roa&t to bis
prospective father-in-law."
McHenry turned abruptly to om» side
and reached for his coat, whicli be
quickly donned.
"Show her in." he called to the boy.
Moore hastily retreated from the
room as Judith Bartelniy enured,
leaving the judge's daughter alone
witb tbe managing editor. McHenry
bad long flattered himself that he bad
met many attra.ti\c women in his
time, but as be rose to meet Judith
Bartelmy and surveyed this fash
ionably gowned young woman he
made a mental note that she surpassed
them all. Her blond ieatures were of
distinctly patrician cast. Her blue
eyes had the magnetic qualities so en
vied by tbe manj less fortunate wo
men, and the pure whiteness ot her
finely cur\ed chin and neck was ad
vantageously revealed by the low cut
collar of her princess gown ot wine
colored silk which clung to a bgure
that celebrated artists had pronounced
unusual in its symmetry
"I desire to complain about the ar
ticle attacking my father this morn
ing," the girl began.
"Yes?" answered McHenry.
"1 wish an apology for it."
"Is this a message from your fa
"That's not the point This is the
first time in his life that anv ono has
ventured to question his bono! The
article is false, and I think your pa
per should apologize for it immedi
"Before saying as to that," returned
the managing editor, "1 should have
to refer the matter to the new pro
prietor, Mr. Nolan. You know it is
not customary for a newspaper to
take hack what it says."
The judge's daughter raised her eye
brows iu surprise as she drew close to
McHenry's desk, where he had resum
ed bis seat.
"I should think jou'd have a good
many lawsuits," she suggested.
"Oh, uo not manj. We go up to the
line, but we try not to step over it."
He picked up sex oral newspapers from
his desk "For instance"—scanning
the papers—"! don't think your tather
will feel luclined to sue us." He rose
as if to etui the iuten iew.
Judith, however, was not to be thus
disposed ot.
"I don't want to detain you." she re
marked, "but I should like to ask you
who was responsible for that article."
She seated herself iu a chair which
McHenry indicated.
"We never tell the name of our writ
ers," answered the managing editor.
Her father had diplomatically sug
gested to her that Wheeler Brand might
have written the story. This she found
difficult to believe. But she must be
convinced, and one of her motives in
visiting the" newspaper had been to
ask him—to ask bim to tell ber that be
was not the author of tbe new attack
on bei fathei. She must see bim and
learn the truth from his lips alone.
"Is Mr. Brand in the office now?" she
"Yes. I think so."
"Would it be possible for me to see
"Wby, jes, if you wish. I'll seud
for bim."
McHenry summoned the boy and
told bim to "ask Mr. Brand to come
"We've noticed"—she hesitated—"all
his friends have uotieed that he's be
coming very radical lately." Judith
rose from the chair and stepped nerv
ously toward the editor's desk.
"Oh," be laughed, "they all get that
When they're young, like tbe measles."
"And that's something they all get
over, isn't it?" she asked eagerly,
"Yes." responded McHenry. stirring
as though to leax tbe room.
Judith stepped squarely in front of
his desk.
"But I don't want to disturb yon.
Can't I go to bis office?"
"He hasn't got any office, and they're
all bunched in tbe local room in their
shirt sleeves smoking You wouldn't
like it. We haven't a reception room."
McHenry laughed as be spoke.
In bis shirt sleeves, rolled to bis el
bows, witb quick steps and squared
shoulders. Wheeler Brand, one of the
ablest men ou the city staff of the
Advance, strode into tbe office of tbe
managing editor through tbe door lead
ing from the city and telegraph rooms
"Yes, sir," be greeted McHenry.
Then be stopped short both in bis
steps and in his speech. He fysd
caught sight of the managing editor's
visitor. "Why. Judith!" he gasped.
"What in heaven's name are you doing
here? I"— At this point words failed
him, and he stood staring at ber, with
his breast heaving violently as the re
sult of bis surprise.
The girl was also deeply disturbed in
spite of ber previous knowledge tbat
She was to be confronted by tbe man
she loved.
McHenry thought that the moment
had arrived wben bis presence was
no longer necessary.
"Miss Bartelmy has asked to see you
for a few minutes," be said, rising and
starting toward a door. "You may
talk here." A handful of proof sheets
rustled in bis grasp as be disappeared.
Wheeler Brand" started toward the
"Is there anything tbe matter?" he
queried anxiously.
She hesitated before answering.
Then she spoke determinedly.
"Yes two things. First, you did not
come to my reception tbis afternoon
secondly, there is that article about
father tbis morning."
"I couldn't get off from tbe office to
attend tbe reception, and I am awful
ly sorry." he protested. "But as for
the story about your father—well, did
he send you bere?"
"No. be didn't send me. But 1
couldn't help seeing bow disturbed be
was. and"-
Then he knew you were coming?"
•'Why, yes." Judith was frying hard
to understand what be meant by seek
ing out ber father's knowledge of ber
present mission, one which was to her
decidedly unpleasant.
Wheeler w.ts plainly impressed, and
unfavorably so. at the girl's reply.
"Oh!" he ejaculated disappoiut?dly
The quickly thinking girl detected
the significant tone ot the newspaper
writer's reply and hastened to ex
"I heard my father say at dinner
that he feared there would be another
attack tomorrow," she said, "and 1
hoped through you to prevent its pub
lication and to make tbe Advance
apologize for what it said this morn
ing. 1 don't see how your paper dares
to publish such things."
"But, Judith." he answered, "we
couldn't dodge a storj as big as that.
We had to print it. That's what we're
here «or."
But she was still insistent.
"Oh. of course, print the story, but
I mean the insinuation all tbrougb.
Why, by using such unfair means
new spapers can bring discredit on any
one. Mr. McHenry refused to apolo
gize. He wouldu't ex en tell me wbo
wrote it Do you know?"
Brand gave a violent start. At first,
in her present mood, be hardly dared
answer the girl With a determined
effort he pulled himself together and
answered her question.
"Yes, 1 know who wrote It."
"Who?" Judith leaned toward bim,
gazing intently into his eyes.
"1 wrote it." he announced.
Judith started back aghast.
"You, Wheeler? Why?" she cried
"I had no choice." He struggled to
maintain his grip on himself.
"You had no choice?"
"Judith, hen this Lansing Iron case
first broke loose." Brand responded
firmly. "I saw straight off that it was
one of the slickest—well, that there
was a big story iu it. I didu't know
your tather was involved in this at
first I just followed the path, and
when 1 saw where it was leading me
I wanted to turn back because ot you.
but I couldn't." Qe stopped for a mo
ment, then went on: "No, no. 1 could
not stop—not—even—for—you!"
"But it isu't loyal of you." was her
response. "It wasu't like you—to at-
wrote it. Judith,1' he announced.
tack him suddenly in tbis way. It's
almost as if you struck bim from be
hind. And do you not see, Wheeler,
that you are hurting me as much as
you injure him? I am bis daughter,
Wheeler, and if you ruin my father
you will ruin me."
She covered ber face with her hands,
and ber bosom beaved convulsively in
her anguish.
the girl, and, above his own
misery rose his sympathy and
thought for her whom he
longed tQ eomfort, for tbe girl of bis
ctyofce. whom duty said be must cause
to suffer. He yearned to take ber in
his arms and wipe away tbe tears, but
be knew that she would repulse him.
He throbbed witb tbe desire to prove
to ber bis love by assuring ber that
tbe attack on ber father was ended—
but bis duty whispered. "No."
And to himself be repeated) tbe "No."
For be must go on, aw) she must en
dure, and the j,udge must pay the price.
The voice of an outraged people bad
spoken through the pen of Wheeler
jftrand, and be was one of those men
strong enough to refuse to take tbe
price of silence.
He led tbe girl be loved to a chah\
even as she sobbed and whispered.
"Wheeler. Wheeler. Wheeler," endear
ingly from her heart's depths. Brand
looked down on ber with a world ot
sadness in bis eyes. He well knew,
and the world would soou know, tbat
those who sit in the high places .must
pay the penalty for sin, even as tbe
lowliest among us wbo more blindly
goes astray.
Judith Bartelmy had been long
enough ,in society to learn the art ot
the control and the concealment of
emotions under many trying circum
stances. Probably in any other situa
tion than in one where her father
and the man she loved were so deeply
concerned, as in tbe present, she
would have been able to retain a larger
degree of self composure. Several
minutes passed before she was able
to speak in evenly balanced tones.
"Wheeler," she finally said, "If any
one bad told me that you would or
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Store open evenings
Dec. 6th
Kandiyohi, Dec. 20—Mrs. J. S.
Carlson returned to Dassel last
Wednesday, after a three weeks
stay at the home of her son-in-law,
Andrew Norine.
A C. Gabrielson made a business
trip to Willmar Thursday.
Willie Chalberg went up to Will
mar Friday to spend a few days
with relatives.
Mrs. James Peterson of Atwater
has been a guest at the C. F. An
derson home for a few days.
Harold Cederstrom came up from
Minneapolis Friday to spend Christ
mas at his home.
Miss Dora* Johnson has been
dressmaking at the Gustafson home
the past week.
Elmer Johnson of Svea was here
last week looking over the telephone
lines in this locality.
August Lundquist attended to
business affairs in Litchfield Satur
Henry Redy was given a surprise
party last Friday by a number of
his young friends.
Dan Murray of Willmar was in
Kandiyohi on business last Thurs
Florence Peterson, who is attend
ing school in Atwater, spent Satur
day and Sunday at her home.
John Ostling and Charley Fors
man were in Willmar on business
"Jujotta services will be held at
Tripolis on Christmas morning at
5:30, and high mass immediately
following. Services at the chapel
in Kandiyohi on Christmas day at
3:00 p. m.
Services at the Tripolis church
Sunday forenoon at 11:00. Child
ren's festival will be held on Sun
day evening, Dec. 26, commencing
at 7:00 o'clock A children's festi
val will be held at the chapel at
Kandiyohi on Monday evening at
7:00, o'clock.
The Sunday School children will
meet on Thursday afternoon to
practice for the festival.
The church council will hold its
annual business meeting on Thurs
day next week, Dec. 30.
How the Girls Can Tell.
While standing in the postoffice
last evening we were amused at a
conversation between two of our
prominent young ladies who were
discussing their Christmas beaux.
This, is what one of them said:
'*fhey come," she says, "right
along the year around until about
the first of December and then
you see them thin out. First one
and then another disappears until
the first thing you know you don't
receive a call in a week. That is a
sure sign that Christmas is at hand.
Oh, we've got the thing down fine
and we know what it means. This
time, though, when some of these
fellows come sneaking back after
New Year's and invite their old
friends to take a two-dollar sleigh
ride or a seveny-five-cent show tic
ket they'll think something has
dropped. The times may be hard,
but I know a dozen girls who are
not so hard up for a beau as to
overlook a case of mysterious dis
appearance at Christmas time.
Rings Brooches
Scarf Pins
Belt Pins
Cuff Pins
Cuff Buttons
Neck Chains
Gents' and Ladies'
Watch Chains
Fobs, Silk & Metal
Waist Sets, Plain
and Stone Set
We also have a large
stock of both loose and
at reasonable prices.
Call at our store and inspect our stock
before buying—it will pay you.
Bros. & Co,,
Jewelers and Ootician sin rA.._*i. ««.
0 Fourt Street,
This is tiie season of the year when
a young lady can always tell which
one, if any, of her admirers means
A Red Cross Christmas stamp on
your letters and packages means
another bullet in the fight against
tuberculosis. The amount is small,
but the benefits will be large be
cause all over the land thousands
and thousands of people are helping
the cause along by buying these
Miss Emily Halvorson of Norway
Lake was a Willmar visitor last
A View Of The Farms
we are prepared to show you will
reveal some wonderful bargains.
They are not run donn, worn out old
places, but good fertile lands.
There is Money in Farms]
to day. More than there ever was.
At the prices we offer some you
will make money the minute you
purchase. Let us take you round
and look at them. If you want a
farm at all we have just what you
Anderson Land Co.,
Willmar, Minn.
The fur season is here again
with favorable prospects for
another successful- season and
we desire to remind you that
we are in the market for all
kinds of furs and hides. Our
facilities for handling hides
and "furs are more complete
than ever.
We Want Mink,
Skunk and
for the early Christmas trade
and will pay you higher prices
than ever.
Chas. Nelson,
213 Third Street
The Best Candies
are none too good for Christmas.
We handle the famous """^^s^*
and Line
ruin Bros.
Also have Fruits, Nuts, Cigars, and Soft Drinks.

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