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THE FOURTH
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
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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.