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ESTATE Novelized by FREDERICK R. TOOMBS From the Great Play of the Same Name by Joseph Medill Patter son and Harriet Ford. Copyright. 1900. by Joseph Medill Parrerson and Harriet Ford. [Continued from Last Week.] "Oh. let's pass thai:" But llipu\ could not be turned aside. McHenry li.nl begun to give wa to him. and the lawyer intended to fol low up his advantage. "Veiy well it's up to .'sou." he said "But 1 want .\ou to lealize, whatever happens, there is no person.il aniinosi ty in the ins-iter." "What do jou mean by "whatever hanpous?'" aslcd the managing editor quit kly. The visitor was a living pictuie of complacency. "How mm advertising did you get from our com cm last year?" 'i he managing editor began to dis cern more tlerrly the hidden club in Dupuy's woicls and demands. "Oh. I (ant say as to that." "About JS'.o.iMN) worth, wasn't itV" "Yes, viiouid think so." admitted McIIetiry. "Well. tlnMc's the answer," exclaim ed Dupuj ttiiimphantly. "Asa matter of business. Mr Henry, if you are net frlendlj to my clients, hj. you can baidl^ expect them to be friendly to you, and I shall explain to the new proprietor of the Advance. Mr. Nolan, the reasons lor the sudden drop in his advertising. He is a lich man, and heprnh.thh will not like to know that he Is in the way ot losing a good deal of money to iurther a radical propa ganda which lie probably abhors. Come, M( Henry, for your own sake be reasonable. Who wrote the storj Surely joa are not goinj? to consider a mere repot ter in a matter so wtal to our interests. Who was itV* MclJenry surrendered. "A joung iellow uamed Wheeler Brand." Dupuy rose and towered abo\e Mc Heniy as he s.it at his desk. "1 thought so. 1 only wanted to make sure," he said "He's a danger ous type. Conies lrom good enough people, but ambitious to get into the limelight stirring up the mob Tbouuht he mit.ht have learned sense by now, but it semis he hasn't. Guess he ne\er will tluv-e l.inatics never do." consider him the bet investi gator in town," warmly, in praise of Brand "He's entirely too zealous. Do you catch me.'" asked Dupuj, leaning o^er McHenry and gating significantly into his ejes. The managing editor caught Dupuy's meaning and stared at him blankly in his surprise. "You don't mean"— Dupuy smiled coldly. "Yes—I mean—get rid of him!" CHAPTER III. HE managing editor again be LM:I to weigh just what signif icance the demand of Dupuy had. lie directed his glance at him h\edl ., and a Ions pause en sued after the l.iw\er lobbyist's abrupt demand that Wheeler lirand be dis charged from the Advance. (First public ition Dec 14 li»0» 4ts) Citation for Hearing on Final Account and for Distribution. ESTATE 01' VKiJA IIETHA DAMEROW. State of Minnes \,i, County of Kctiuliyolu, In Pi adte Comt In the matter of Hie Estate of Marjrarctha Damerow Decedent: Tbo State of Minnesit.i to a'l persons inter ested ri tbo liual ,v eoaiit .met distribution of tbe esta,tf of •-.nd dot-tdeiif The representa tiw of tbe above n.iroed decrdent, having Hit-d t'ns Court li -. !lad,l account of the ad ministration of the estate of siul decedent, to gether with hw yetition pnivinK for the ad justment, and .ibowance of s-nd Unil account and for distribution of tbe residue of said estate to tbr persons thereunto entitled Therefore, You. and each of you. are hereby cited and required to show eaust, if any you have before this Court at Pr bate Court Rooms in tne Couit House in the City of Will ma' in the CounU Kandiyohi, tute of Min nesota, on the 10- ty of nuary lOOtt, at one el' ckp why said petition should not be granted W'tness, The Juflj-'e of said Court, and the Seal of svnd Court, this 14th day of December, 11HI8 COUHT A. NOUDIN I si-Ai, Judge of Probate, i. COVELL Attomey for Petitioner. Atwater. Minn. [Tir,t publication Dec. 22-i-t.] Order Limiting Time to File Claims, and for Hearing Thereon. BSTATi: i)V ANTHONY SANDS, ALSO KNOWN AS WTIIONY SAND AND ANTONY SAND. State of Minnesota, County of Kandiyohi, In Probate Court. In the Matter of the Estate of Anthony Sands also known as Anthony Sand and Antony S.ind, Decedent. Letters of administration thl9 day having been &r inted to Jacob O. Kloster. It is Ordered, that the time within which all creditors ot Hit. above named decedent may ntosetit claims a«al««t his estate in this court, be, and the same hereby is, limited to six months trom and after the date hereof and that Monday the 27th day of June, 1910, atone o'clock p.m., in the Probate Court Rooms at the Court House at the City of Willmar in said County, be, and the same heieby is fixed and appointed as the time and place for hearing upon and the examination, adjustment and allowance of such claims as shall be presented within the time aforesaid. Let notice hereof be given by the publica tion of this order in The Willmar Tribune as provided by law. Dated December 18th, 1909 [SEAL] A. F. NORDIN. Judge of Probate. GEO. H. OTTEHNESS, Attorney for Petitioner, Willmar. Minn. Dupuy returned McHenry's stare, and his discerning eye and brain en abled him to read the workings of Mc Henry's mind. He felt instinctively as he glared at Mclleury that be bad the managing editor "on tbe ruu." During the period of the insurance company's ownership there had been no doubt that the decision of ttie man aging editor of the Advance would hare been in favor of Dupuy and his demand for tbe discbarge of Wheeler Brand. And the lawyer, like Mclleury. knew nothing ot tbe new owner that would change tbe attitude of tbe pa per. Dupuy was right in bis estimate of McHenry's weakness. The lawyer lob byist was placing in rare fortune, in deed, to discover in bis opponent a mau who dared not stand tor the right. He well knew tbat be would not find the same sort of man in a position ot importance in many other newspapers ot the laud. Well. too. did he know "the power of the press" throughout all America, for he had learned at bitter cost that it was tbe foe of all the Ed Dupuys aud all tbose tbat employed them to serve their ends. Finally Henry spoke in answer to Dupuy's demand. "Let us give Brand one more chance:" protested McHenry. "I'll put him on baseball or water front. Come, now." "I will be candid with you. I was instructed to make an example of somebody tor this morning's story. Perhaps, though, a good hauling over might do for this time. Call him in now. It's Ins last chance." A boy entered. "Ask .Mr. Brand to step in." "I'd rather take a licking than do this." protested Mclleury. Dupuy was unsympathetic. "Well. he's only got himself to thank!" he snorted. Wheeler Brand came in. "Mr. lirand." benn the managing editor, "there is a kick being made on the Hartel my story ot this morning." "Yes, sir: suppose so." lirand looked up and saw Dupuy. aud the reporter's face showed that he understood. "I forward the kick to you. indorsing it O. K.." said Mc-IIenry. "In other words, the kick goes." "Why. wbat" "This is a practical world," inter posed Dupuy. Brand grew bitter, for well he knew the practices of Dupuy. "Ob. yes: 1 know the patter—a world of live and let live. We must be very careful before imputing motives, eh. Mr. Duply Does not the good book say. 'Let him that is without sin among you cast the hrbt stone—at United States iudgc-s'" "Wheeler, Wheeler." cried McHenry. "we only ask jou in to talk it over calmly!" "That man has hit me in the dark before," exclaimed Brand. "This is the first time that he has come into the light." "1 desire to say that my clients," put in Dupuy. "like a great many other of the ah subscribers to this paper, were disappointed at what they con ceived to be an unwarrantable attack full of insinuations about one of the most distinguished members of the United States bench, and they wish merely as readers of the paper to ex press the hope that nothing ot the sort will occur again, in which case they are willing to overlook this morning's article entirely—to, in fact, regard it merely as a mistake, a mistake made Without malice" "You mean 1 am to have another chance to hold my job if I'll be good from now on?" asked Brand. Dupuy once more became complacent. "Such. I belie\e. is Mr. McHenry's detisiou," he announced calmly. "You certainly have your gall, Du puy," cried Brand in menacing tones, "to think jou cau muzzle me for $40 a week. l'\e paid more than tbat for tbe privilege of lighting you." The lawyer turned quickly to the managing editor. "You better let him go. McHenry," ue suggested. "He's a crank." Wheeler Brand was amazed at the way in which MeHeury allowed Du puy to influence him. "Does he give you orders?" he asked meaningly of tbe managing editor. "Yes, my boy be does, and 1 accept your resignation." The reporter was by no means daunted by his discbarge. "I'm sorry for you," he cried, inclin ing toward McHenry. Dupuy laughed significantly. "Reserve your sympathy for your self, .voting man." be advised the young newspaper writer. "Reserve your sympathy for Bir telmy he'll need it before long," was his cutting retort. "Oh! Is that so?" sneered Dupuy. "Go west and grow up witb the coun try, for if you bang around here to hurt Bartelmy don't forget that crimi nal libel is punishable with arrest." "Sorry, old man." spoke McHenry kindly. "If I didn't have a family I'd go west with you." "If it wasn't for men having fami lies," put in Dupuy philosophically, "there'd be a revolution." Brand straightened up and, witb a contemptuous expression on his face started toward the door. "You've got more heart than sense, McHenry." was tbe parting shot which he burled at tbe managing edi tor. "Pretty tough on a reporter to fire him for 'scooping* tbe town on a big story." said the managing editor. *'Oh, pshaw!" grunted Dupuy. A boy entered witb a card. Dupuy crossed to a chair and picked up his overcoat. "Mr. Nolan, sir." tbe lad announced, with an amusing grimace. "He's the new boss, aud be's got a couple o' mitts on 'im like Jim Jeffries. Gee. but I'll bet Nolan is there witb th' wallop, all right!" Dupuy put his overcoat back on tbe jhalr. His luck was still holding good, he congratulated himself. Here was a chance to make tbe acquaintance of the new owner of tbe influential Ad vance, an opportunity to pave tbe way possibly to secure future favors from bim for bis clients when emer gencies arose. Needless to say. emer gencies frequently arose to disturb the peace of mind of tbe varieties of people who sought tbe versatile aid of Mr. Ed Dupuy. He turned to face McHenry and said: "Oh, the new owner! I'd like to meet bim. If you don't object 1*11 wait." Duj-uy .seated himself at the extreme left hand corner of the office close to the rack containing tiles of the daily papers. He took down a file and began to read. McHenry. laugh ing at the patent anxiousness of the lawyer to meet Nolan, put on bis coat A heavy step was beard, and the bulky form of the new owner of the Advance stood before the managing editor. "I am Mr. McHenry," explained the latter. "1 am Mike Nolan," the newcomer remarked bluntly. At tbe sound of the big man's big voice Dupuy. whom Nolan bad not noticed in tbe corner, stirred and turn ed his head to gain a better view of him. There was something familiar in the ring of that voice. There was something familiar in the features and the poise of Mr. Mike Nolan. Sure ly he had met him somewhere. He pondered and poudered and finally gave up the problem in disgust. "This is a nice lookiug place you've got here," he remarked to McHenry. "That you've got, sir." A feminine voice from tbe outer hallway was beard to exclaim breath lessly. "1 refuse to climb another step." McHenry turned inquiringly, where upon Nolan explained: "My family's just outside. 1 wanted them to see me take possession." His voice was tinged with pride. He stepped to the door. "Come in. mother." be called gayly. Mrs. Nolau, a tall, well pro portioned brunette, attired in tbe cost liest of imported garments, entered tbe managing editor's office with a pronounced nourish, followed by the two Nolan children, Sylvester and Phyllis—the son about twenty-two years old and tbe daughter probably a year or two younger. "Ob. mercy, them stairs!" exclaimed tbe mother, endeavoring to catch ber breath. No lan presented bis wife and son to Mc Henry. Mrs. Nolan called to Phyllis to draw near. "This is my daughter. Phyllis," she said. "She went to Bryn Mawr." Phyllis and the managing ed itor exchanged greetings. "My son, Sylvester," went on the mother proud ly, "went to Harvard." "Oh, yes! What I want to see is tbe fep iters reporting." When Mrs. .Nolan. Phyllis and Syl vester bad departed in tbe wake of the boy v. ho natl answered Mctleury's ring, Dupuy r«.^e and made a signal to MeHeury behind Nolan's back tbat he wanted to meet the owner. Tbe manag ing editor beck oned bim over. "Mr. Nolan." be said, inclining to ward the propri etor of the Ad vance, "this is Mr. Dupuy," Dupuy bowed, again trying to fix in bis mind the occasion on which, somehow, somew hero in his bu^y p:isl he had met Mi liaei N an Ue ex tended his hand, saying. "1 a in glad to you. Mr. Nolau." The newspaper publisher pierced Dupuy with a glance whili. to say the least, was searching. He crouched toward him aud compiessed his brows as though ti render his sight more certain, more penetrating. He had half eMended his own hand to grasp Dupuj's. Sudden ly, witb a half smothered outh, he drew it violently back. "My God," he exclaimed, "it is Ed Dupuy!" "l'ESj IT WAS THE STREET CAR STRIKE, AND YOU AND JUDGE BARTELMY SENT JERRY DOLiN TO JAIL." "Oh, you're a Harvard man!" spoke McHenry to Sylvester. "What class?" Tbe son, togged in the latest fresh man effects in tbe line of sporty clothes and drawing on an unlighted cigarette, replied, "1909, 1910. 1911." Mrs. Nolan pointed at a pile of pa pers lying on a small desk. "I don't see how you ever get time to read 'em all," she addressed McHenry. "Oh, I read fifty or sixty a day. We've got to know what the other fel lows are doing." "That's just like me." she responded smoothly. "1 always like to know what everybody else is doing, too," she went on. "I think what journalism needs Is a soft feminine, refining influ ence. It seems you don't publish any* thing now but crime, divorces and peo-* pie's troubles." She laughed. "Oh, you wouldn't want to read ev ery day tbat Mr. and Mrs. James Jones were living happily together. Tou're only interested when they're unhappy." "Still I'd like to read once In awhile that somebody else was happy, at least for a little while." It was McHenry's turn to laugh. "Would you like to look over the plant. Mrs. Nolan?" he asked. I'd like to nad Unit somebody else was He continued to stare at the lawyer. After a moment a faint smile appeared. "Ed Dupuy. that's funny," he con tinued—"that's awtul tunny. Well, don't it beat allV Dou't you remember me. Ed?" Dupuy couldn't place him as jet. "Why-ah. Mr. Nolan! Ves. it must have been. Let's see. Wasn't it .Monte Carlo two winters ago?" he ventured. "No, Ed, no it wasn't Monte Carlo two winters ago. It wras here in this town twelve summers ago. Remember now?" "Twelve summers ago—twelve sum mers ago?" Dupuy reflected. "Tbe street car strike," reminded Nolan. "Oh, yes, the street car strike!" add ed Dupuy. Now he began to remem ber. He began to remember the part he, as tbe Consolidated Traction com pany's counsel, played in that war between capital and labor, aud some where in it all be realized that a face something like tbe one before him bad come to his knowledge also tbe name "Nolan" bad a familiar ring. "Nolau, Nolan!" he repeated to himself. No, It was "Dolan," be reassured himself that had been tbe name of the man he bad crushed and driven from tbe kin of men. Yes, that was it. "Do lan," and that man was a broken down and outer when Dupuy last heard of him. Nolan saw tbat Dupuy was nou plused, a he laughed as he said: "Yes. it was the street car strike, and you and Judge Bar telmy between you sent Jerry Dolan to jail for contempt, and that broke tbe strike after it'd been won." "He was a dan gerous agitator, was Dolan," pro- Sirecting Jerry Dolan, the agi tator. ounced Dupuy, an in- terested glance at the new owner. Nolan drew a deep breath and, clinching his fists at his sides, replied to his arch foe of twelve years before: "He'll be a more dangerous agitater Horn now on. Vm Jerry Dolanr CtlAriE IV. lb HE declaration of the new owner of the Advaix that be was no less a personage than the blacklist vi Um ot years back created the sensation that would a cannon shot in tbe dieamy lolitude of the sylvan dells of A.cady. Dupuy fell back as thoush stru bj I violent blow. And. ii.deed, he .ted his interests would ha\e e\ ery rea to believe, he now knew full well, that they had in all truth a new enei ly to combat, an enemy that would cost them dearly it he were to bo van quished. "You—you are Jerry Dolan, and you own the Advance!'' the lawyer cried chokingly. "What are we coding to next':" he finally mniriced to s.i.\ after a desperate effort to calm himself. Jerry Nolan, for none thor than the old time strike leader it u:iv eniiclinl by bis mining opeiations in the i\ ribbed Nevada lulls, thrilled with the realization that he was now in :i po-,1 tion to strike terror into the In rt-: and souls of those who had atlc'npled to destroy him and hi* loved C-K-. lie knew tin he had in his power the men who had almost succeeded in their designs against him twche an be fore. McHenry, at first e\cn more pu//ded than Dupuy ainl who was bendr 'ir ward, with an expre sion lee' est interest and concern nnj/kuit *d on hi features. 1 egan to understand the M1 uation /re clearly when he heard hi' "I'M JERRY DOLAN—BACK /A TO 11A TO PA1 M\ REXl'EVTS FRIENDS AND-MY ENEMIES." new employer "say in a voice that pul sated with determination: "Yes, Ed Dupuy, I am Jerry Dolan, and I am back in the old town to pay my respects to my friends and—and"— his voice shook—* to my enemies." The whole truth now dawned upon the amazed McHenry and also upou Dupuy, who had been dealing with I men long enough to know that his only successful pose at the present momentous time would be a concilia tory one. must at all hazards smooth over this dangerous factor in the city's affairs, the returned Jerry Dolan, and persuade him that he was now his friend. "Well, well," Dupuy began ingrati atingly, simulating a sickly smile, "this is a most interesting meeting most interesting, indeed." He laughed as loudly as the nervously contracting muscles of his throat would permit "But it is time now to let bygones be bygones, eh, Mr.—er—ah"— He again thrust forward the hand that the newspaper proprietor had refused to grasp. "Nolan," answered the newTcoiner in his deep, strong voice. "N-o-l-a-n. with an 'N' and not a 'D' on the front end of it. That's my name now. I had to change it." He stopped abruptly and again directed his dark eyes menac ingly on the face of the man opposite him. After a few moments he contin ued: "You see, Ed Dupuy. I was blacklisted as Dolan. Likely you'll remember that too." Nolan reached out and, seizing Du puy's hand, held it firmly. McHenry, at one side, witnessed with a distinct shock what he understood as Nolan's sudden resolve to, as Dupuy had sug gested, let "bygones be bygones," else Why should he shake hands with the man? Dupuy also felt a thrill of pleas ure, even of triumph, as the one time chairman of the Street Railway Work ers' union warmly shook his hand. Dupuy smiled and. bowing pleasantly, essayed to withdraw his hand from Nolan's grip and step away. But his smile turned to a wrinkled contraction of his ficial muscles, indicating acutest pain. The giant hand of the ex-striker, ex-miner, was closing with crushing force around the lawyer lob byist's fingers and knuckles. It did not cease to crush, try as Dupuy might to wrest his hand free. At the moment when he felt that he must scream in his pain or else cringingly plead for mercy Nolan's grip partially relaxed, and he swung Dupuy to one side. A grim smile made its way into the furrows, won by sufferins and ori- vatlon in the Nevada mining camps and desolate gold regions, that mark ed Nolan's visage. "You see, I'm stronger than you now, Ed Dupuy, just as you was stronger than me twehe years ago—you and Bartelmy between you." A great sigh escaped him as he finished. Dupuy, now having freed his band, rubbed it smartly with the other to restore the circulation to the flattened veins. He wheeled away to pick up his overcoat. Nolan now addressed McHenry, who had seated himself at his desk. "You're the managing editor?" "Yes. sir." "Well. 1 just want to tell you that that was a tr'ie article you had about that old hypcci'ie. Judge Bartelmy. this moniinn." he staled to McHenry. "Ha\e aiiot her tomorrow and strong er," Another idea came to him. and he added. 'Who was it got up that one today?" lKi!u.\ felt thai he must come to Mc Henry's rev ue. "A .\ouni man who has since resign ed." he interjected for the managing editor. Both Mclleury and Dupuy were plowing uneasy at the trend of Nolan's thoughts and words. A glimpse into the craniums of them both at this moment would baAe re vealed llu same thought to be pre dominating "What is ho driving at?" No! in iij poarod distinctly surprised at two tilings—first, that the writer of the stoi\\ had resigned second, that TO MY Dupuj should be so familiar with the matter, lie took a step toward the latter. "Resigned?" he asked in reverberat ing tones. "How do jou know?" Be fore Dupuy could answer Nolan wheel ed on Mclleury. "Is it so, what Dupuy says?" he asked of the managing ed itor. "Yes, sir." "What's his name?" "Wheeler Brand." "What did he resign for?" "Some of«the big advertisers forced him to," admitted McHenry calmly. A look of understanding flitted across Nolan's face. He shifted bis glance from Mclleury to Dupuy. Then, with a significant smile, he said: "I see jou are still on the job, Ed Dupuy." "Well, it's business"— began the lob bjist defiantly. But Nolau would not listen to him. Thoughts vastly more important than conjecture as to Du puj*"s motives now crowded his brain. "Where is Brand now?" he asked sternly of McHenry. "I think he is in the local room now, sir," pointing to the door at his left. The newr proprietor strode impulsive ly to the doorway and called at the top pitch of his powerful voice: "Wheeler Brand! Wheeler Brand!" As he bad hurried from tbe manag ing editor's room after bis dismissal from the Advance Wheeler Brand struggled valiantly against a wave of discouragement that assailed him and for a moment or two threatened to overwhelm. "Discharged for 'beating' the town on the story of the year," he muttered. "Well, I'll try to get on across the street," he concluded, "across the street" meaning the Guard ian, the bitter rival of the Advance. He went to one of the long oak tables in the city room, where he seated himself next to Higgins, the leading police reporter of the paper, and be gan nervously to finish the story of a new bank merger on which he had been working when summoned by Mc Henry. When he finished be laid tbe pages of copy on the city editor's desk. He dragged a chair to a window, sat down and gazed moodily down at the crowds of people hurrying along the street below. It was not his dismissal from the staff which chiefly concerned him. He was certain of obtaining another posi tion. In fact, his reputation along Newspaper row was such, and he felt justifiable pride at the thought, that he would be at work within twen- ly minutes after leaving the Advance office if he so desired. But what did occupy his mind to the exclusion of al most everything else was the consid eration of what view Judith Bartelmy would take when she beard the news of his dismissal. She had warned him that he was sacrificing his future in his attacks on the powers that be. Undoubtedly now she would be con vinced, as some of his friends bad al ready endeavored to convince her, that, after all. be was a fanatic, an impractical dreamer, who could not accomplish his ambition to right what he believed to be great wrongs, who could not, moreover, escape summary dismissal from his paper. But be must go on. He would go ou. He would go that very night to a news paper that would not suppress nor qualify the truth, one that would not distort facts nor misrepresent a sit uation in order to deceive the public, to which it was its duty to give the truth. Yes, and he would show the big thieves of the city that even if they managed to remain superior to the law at least they could not remain superior to public opinion. Tbe time had come when— "Wheeler Brand! Wheeler Brand!" The voice of Nolan came to bis ears above the ticking of the telegraph in struments and the clicking of type writer keys. Brand started from his seat. He did not recognize the voice, nor did any one else in the smoky city room, as curious upraised faces around him testified. It came from the man aging editor's room, however. ho hastened to respond, wondering what it could mean. Brand entered McHenry's office and faced the three men. his surprise in creasing as he saw from the attitudes of McIIdnry and Dupuy that a huj,e, rawboned. bronzed faced stranger ap parently dominated the situation. "Yes?" said Brand inquiringly to the stranger, whom he placed as the owner of the oice. because he knew it had not been McHenry's or Du puy's. "I am Nolan, the new owner," greet ed the stranger. Brand stepped forward and offered his hand, which Nolan grasped. "How do you do. Mr. Nolan?" the reporter greeted him, endeavoring to figure just what the mysterious pro ceeding portended. Nolan went straight to the point. "So you've been fired for that Bar telmy article, have jou?" he asked. "Yes, sir." Nolan turned and shot a triumphant glare at McHenry and Dupuy. Then ••Froin now on you sit here." he caused the blood to rush almost blindingly into the head of the young reporter when he swung around, grasped Brand's arm. drew bim over to the managing editor's chair, beside which tbat official was standing, and said, "Well. I've got another job for you." Nolan put both hands on Brand's shoulders and by main strength forced him down heavily into the chair. "From now on you sit here," he announced. "You're manag ing editor now." CHAPTER V. YEAR passed since the event ful night for Wheeler Brand when Nolan made him man aging editor of the Advance. In these months Brand made a showing with the paper that was never dream ed of by the owners preceding as being within the range of possibility. Made absolute master of the paper and con sequently dictator of its policy, the young man set a pace that the paper's rivals found difficult to equal, much less to outstrip. His exposure of the scandals in the exclusive world of high life Insurance finance has thus far proved the most vital reform of his administration. As a result of this I crusade, which drove a half dozen leading officials from almost as many companies, the president of the United States stated publicly that "tbe vast life insurance business of this country Is now on the soundest financial basis it has ever had." But Wheeler Brand in the press of stirring events had not forgotten Judge Bartelmy. In fact, certain activities of that estimable individual were just now under close scrutiny by the one time reporter, who, if he could be pre vailed on to speak concerning it Grace. A paper in northwestern Kansas tells of a pious old farmer who has the habit of gazing at the rafters in his dining room when saying grace. One day while so engaged he forgot himself, and his grace sounded some thing like this: "We thank thee for this food and— By Joe, there's tbat derned gimlet I've been looking for fof the last six months! I'll have Jim get up there and get Thou hast been gracious to us, O Lord, and again we thank thee. Amen!" Kansas City Star. might possibly observe that tbe Judge was very soon to have an opportunity to make a few explanations which would be received with undoubted in terest by tbe public. Tbe young edi tor's suit for tbe band of Judith Bar telmy might be said, since we are dealing with a judge's family, to be in statu quo. She was still waiting for him "to become sane," as she bad ex pressed herself to bun. A girl of lofty principles and of decided strength of character, she could not see bis duty from his viewpoint. Perhaps it was all quite natural, quite womanly, quite daughterly, tbat she should subscribe absolutely to ber father's side in tbe momentous case of "JUDGE BAR TELMY VERSUS THE PEOPLE, WHEELER BRAND AND THE AD VANCE." She was loyal to her father, and she was trying to be loyal to her lover, and the task was becoming more and more difficult. Yet she waited, and Wheeler Brand waited, aud each pray ed that the other would end the ordeal and beal two breaking hearts. Today we find Wheeler Brand pro ceeding toward tbe luxurious Nolan home on a fashionable residential thor oughfare to visit the proprietor of the paper to hand him a statement of tbe Advance's progress, to discuss mat ters of editorial policy and to confer regarding a certain development con cerning Judge Bartelmy. At the Nolan borne a reception had been announced, hundreds of invita tions sent out, but the responses did not encourage Mrs. Nolan in her so cial aspirations. Society passed her by. That was tbe whole story in brief. Society, as usual, was ever so much pleased with itself and was too busy to include Mrs. Nolan, Phyllis and Sjdvester in its diversions. Tbe husband and father cared very little for society, had no time for it, but be fondly loved the courageous, warm hearted woman who bad uncomplain ingly shared with him the onerous hardships of bis early days, and it was his desire to gratify her ambitions as well as those of his daughter. The fortune be had plucked from Nevada's flinty bosom enabled bim to be gener ous, and he smiled approvingly on ev ery new extravagance of Mrs. Michael Nolan. Therefore if she was socially ambitious she must have her way and be allowed to carry ou her campaign for recognition in whatever fashion she chose. Certainly tbe home he had es tablished was a fitting vantage ground from which to wage a war of dollars against tbe precipitous embattlements with which the eitjT's Four Hundred had encircled its camp. Palatial in size, the Nolan residence was equally palatial in its furnishings, and only the magic word from the magic lips of a single member of the magic realm of "the aristocracy" was necessary to send monogramined coaches in long lines to the Nolan doors, to fill tbe cost ly rooms witb distinguished faces, to fill to overflowing with happiness tbe yearning heart of Mrs. Michael Nolan. But the word had not yet been spo ken. It was now late in the afternoon at the Nolan borne. Phyllis walked across the drawing room, irritation plainly marking her pretty pink and white face. The musie of a string orchestra stationed in the conserva tory ceased. She addressed a servant who stood at attention at a door at the right which led to the dining room. "Pitcher," she" said discouragedly, "I don't think any one else will come, so tell the musicians they can go." "Yes, Miss Phyllis." At this point Mrs. Nolan came storm ing in, carrying a huge bunch of hot house grapes in ber hand. "Pitcher, I noticed those caterer men are drinking all the champagne, and I want it stopped," she ordered loudly. Pitcher bowed and went out. "If our guests won't come here to drink it, at least we will drink it our selves," Mrs. Nolan announced to Phyl lis. "Well, we have done it—sent out 400 cards, and who's been here that anybody wants to see? This is the second time we've gone to all this trouble and expense for nothing and nobody, and if you'll take my advice it will be the last." "Mamma, Pitcher will hear," the girl protested. The mother bit a grape from the bunch. She deposited the skin and stones in a Sevres vase on the marble mantel. "Phyllis, what did you have to pay that musician?" she asked. "Well, his price is a thousand dol lars." "Good gracious!" "But I got him for $750. I promised the Advance would help him." "Seven fifty for playing twice. I'd rather hear the band." Mrs. Nolan bit off another grape. "You don't understand, mamma. Ev erybody's wild over that violinist." "It seems there wasn't nobody wild enough to come here." "There wasn't 'anybody,'" spoke Phyllis, correcting her mother. "Well, was there?" retorted the mother as she dropped the grape skin In another vase. "Oh, dear." Phyllis wailed disconso lately as she seated herself before a small stand, "don't rub it in, mamma! I can't help it." "Now. who's blaming you, child?" consoled the mother. "There, don't cry. I'm not so disappointed about myself, but I can't bear to see you snubbed right and left. You are good enough to go with any of these people, and you shall too. It's tbat newspaper that's at the bottom of it People won't have it, or us because of it, and I mean to tell your father so too. And that's why these 'at homes' is no good." "Are no good, mamma,** tearfully. "Well, are they? It would have been better to put your $750 Into suffra getting. That's what gets you in witb the right people—not that I care to [Continued on Last Page.) How a Bear Fishes. Few people have had the opportu nity of seeing a bear feeding—tbat is. In his native state—and fewer still have seen him fishing. But fish be does, and in it be displays an amount of patience and dexterity that is amaz ing. He will lie motionless upon an overhanging log or bank with paw poised and little beady eyes attentive ly scanning the water. Salmon and trout are his chief delight, and should one come near enough to the surface be is snapped out on the bank with a flip and a twist and vanishes in bruin's capacious maw.—St. Nicholas.