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FREDERICK R. TOOMBS
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of he Sam N a me by
son and Harrie Ford
Copyright, 1909. by Joseph Medill
Patterson and Harriet Ford.
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
crusade, which drove a half dozen
leading officials from almost as many
companies, the president of the United
States stated publicly that "the 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,
might possibly obberve that the judge
was ^ely soon to have an opportunity
to make a few explanations which
would be leceived with undoubted in
terest by the public. The young edi
tor's suit for the hand of Judith Bar
telmy might be said, since we are
dealmg with a judge's family, to be in
statu quo. She was still waiting for
him to become sane," as she had ex
pressed herself to him A girl of lofty
principles and of decided strength of
tharacter, she could not see his duty
from his viewpoint Perhaps it was
all quite natural, quite womanly, quite
daughterly, that she* should subscribe
absolutely to her father's side the
momentous case of "JUDGE BAR
TELMY VERSUS THE PEOPLE,
WHEELER BRAND AND THE AD
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, and each pray
ed that the other would end the ordeal
and heal two breaking hearts.
Today we find Wheeler Brand pro
ceeding toward the luxurious Nolan
home on a fashionable residential thor
oughfare to visit the propnetor of the
paper to hand him a statement of the
Advance's progress, to discuss mat
ters 6t editorial policy and to confer
regarding a certain development con
cerning Judge Bartelmy.
At the Nolan home 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 the whole story in
brief. Society, as usual, was ever so
much pleased with itself and was too
busy to include Mrs Nolan, Phyllis
and Sylvester in its diversions. The
husband and father cared very little
for society, had no time for it, but he
fondly loved the courageous, warm
hearted woman who had uncomplain
ingly shared with him the onerous
hardships of his early days, and it was
his desire to gratify her ambitions as
well as those of his daughter. The
fortune he had plucked from Nevada's
flinty bosom enabled him 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 on her campaign
for recognition in whatever fashion she
chose. Certainly the home he had es
tablished was a fitting vantage ground
from which to wage a war of dollars
against the precipitous embattlements
with which the city'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
Bend monogrammed coaches in long
lines to the Nolan doors, to fill the cost
ly rooms with distinguished faces, to
fill to overflowing with happiness the
yearning heart of Mrs. Michael Nolan.
But the word had not yet been spo
It was now late in the afternoon
at the Nolan home. Phyllis walked
across the drawing room, irritation
plainly marking her pretty pink and
white face. The music 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 her 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. Ha,
"If our guests won't come here to
drink it. at least we will drink it or
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
The mother bit a grape from the
bunch. She deposited the skin and
stones in a Sevres vase on the marble
"Phyllis, what did you have to pay
that musician V" she asked.
"Well, his price is a thousand dol
"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 rs 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 that 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
"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 with
the right people—not that I care to
vote, but I don't want the men to say
Sylvester Dolan interrupted the con
versation between mother and daugh
ter by appearing before them with his
bosom friend, Max Powell, who be
lieved himself to have the makings of
a master poet. It was with deepest
pride that the Nolan son presented
Powell, long haired, sallow faced and
seedily dressed, to his mother and sis
ter. Sallow faced? Indeed, his coun
tenance had that sickly greenish yel
low hue that comes from long de-
"Nobody was wild enough to come here.1'
vouring of the muses and long ab
stinence from the devouring of food.
"Hello, mamma!" he cried enthusi
astically. "Here's a friend of mine I
want you to know—Mr. Powell, the
"How do you do, Mr. Powell? You
look as if it would be easy for you to
write poetry. Do you know, poetry
just sets me wild!"
Sylvester patted Powell on the back.
"Well, this lad's going to make a
big noise in poetry some day. Phyllis,
you must have heard of Powell. My
Bister, old man!"
"Won't you have a cup of tea, Mr.
Powell?" invited Mrs. Nolan, visibly
Impressed by the presence of a poet at
Powell started confusedly to utter
his thanks. He did not seem over
delighted at the offer.
Sylvester saw the difficulty. "Tea!"
he exclaimed. "Absinth for Powell!"
Mrs. Nolan expressed her regret at
not having any absinth and left the
room, followed by Phyllis, to arrange
for something for Powell to eat. "Poor
fellow! He looks hungry," she whis
pered to Phyllis.
Sylvester caught the poet by the
"One minute, Powow," he cautioned.
"Be sure you don't mention anything
to the folks about my little actress
friend. I don't want them to know
that I am going to take a crack, at
uplifting the stage. The little girl will
be all right. She'll just make your
libretto hum. She'll fill it with per
sonality. Build up all those weak
places. You know, Powow, there are
some. Where's that poem for her?
Finished yet?" J,
"Yes, it's here somewhere/' fumbling
in a pocket.
"Have you made it amorous for the
"Judge forydurself: Of course I tried"
to write in your vein as well as I could,
so that there would be no doubt to the
authorship." «Jfef| f?
Sylvester read in W
Oh, Gueneviere, how sweet~my*l8earr
My spirit soars in dreams denied,
Worlds beyond worlds with thee, my
"I don't like that much," he an
nounced when he had finished.
"Bride! Is it necessary to put that in
writing? Besides, it don't sound as if
I wrote it. Now, does it, Powow,
old chap? Fess up."
"I hope it doesn't sound as if I wrote.
"I thought you'd see it. Now, change
that and it's a knockout drop. Can't
you a it
now? A 111
send it to the lit
on a bed of or
chids. Make it
ning with 'ruby
the sort of guff
—and then here
and there 'eyes
like night, full
of delight,* some
thing on that or
Powell sat and
wrote for a few
he finally said.
shoulder of the rising young genius,
who read aloud these inspiring words:
So bright and beaming- are thine eyes
The very stars twink in surprise
Thy hair so like the dusky night.
Thy kiss so vibrant with delight,
I thrill unto my finger tips,
Oh, ruby, ruby—rougey lips!
Powell literally writhed in agony as
he listened to the doggerel.
"It's great!" cried Sylvester ecstatic
ally. "And now come get your tea.
Gee, I'd like to take a crack at being"
The two conspirators hurried into
the dining room as Wheeler Brand
and the owner of the Advance came
into the drawmg room.
"You're right, Wheeler you're right,"
Nolan was saying. "This is a better
showing than 1 hoped for. Look in
your stocking next Christmas. There'll
be something for you. When I got into
the newspaper business, Brand, they
told me it was the beginning of my
finish, that it sucked ten fortunes
down for every one it built and no
middle aged man ever went into it and
came out again without teeth marks
all over him. But look at that." He
held up a typewritten statement. "I'm
richer for going in—twice as much ad
vertising as last year at this time."
Nolan seated himself on a settee.
"The big advertisers never pull their
ads. so long as they are getting re
turns from them," put in Brand.
"Look at Dupuy. Remember how he
threatened us and how his clients took
their ads. out for two months?"
"Yes, but they put them back again."
*'Why. Because they need us more
than we need them," Brand laughed.
"Well, he's got something else up his
sleeve now," remarked Nolan. "He
telephoned that he would come to see
me this afternoon."
"Are you gomg to see him?" Brand
"I thought I might as well. He'll be
here. Maybe he wants to fire you
again." The newspaper owner looked
up at Brand and laughed heartily.
Mrs. Nolan and Phyllis re-entered
the drawing room, and Brand became
the especial object of their attentions.
The mother desired to have him
print the list of her invited guests
who had never attended the recep
tion. Phyllis requested him to print a
story about the violinist and was vast
ly annoyed when Brand informed her
that the subject was a matter for the
musical editor to attend to.
"And there's something else, Mr.
Brand." A look of despair came into
Brand's face. "Phyllis went to Miss
Bartelmy's musicale the other day,
and you didn't even include her name
among those present," the mother said.
"Why, I'm sorry. That was an over
sight, I assure you. 1 suppose they
made up the usual list in the olhce."
"I hope it won't happen again," re
marked Phyllis indignantly.
"Yes, and the way it's handling this
Loris divorce case is all wrong," snap
ped Mrs. Nolan. "I know Mrs. Loris.
She is no better than she should be,
and people who live in icehouses
shouldn't throw hot water."
"We have no policy in the Loris
case," remarked Brand in defense.
"We merely print the facts."
"Facts!" Mrs. Nolan cried. "That
paper upsets me for the whole day
"There now, mother I guess the pa
per's all right," ventured Nolan sooth
"You've got another guess, Michael.
Nobody reads it but shopgirls, who
spend a penny for the Advance and
another for a stick of gum and hang
on to a strap with one hand and the
Advance with the other while they're
waggling their jaws all the way down
to work. That's all that reads it!"
She paused for breath, then went on,
"And I must say I think it's scandal
ous the way you attack Judge .Bar
telmy every little while."
"Yes." contributed Phyllis, "and his
daughter's one of the most exclusive
and sought after girls in New York.
She's the only one of her set who has
been at all nice to me. Isn't that so,
"Yes, and why the paper should go
for her father just as it does for ev
ery other prominent man in town I
can't see. She must think if very
funny that such things should appear
in the Advance after what she?s done
"Oh." sustiested Brand, thinking to
soothe his employer's wife, "she prob
ably knows that you have absolutely
nothing to do with the policy of the
"Is that so?" ejaculated Mrs. Nolan
indignantly. "They certainly are very
kind hearted people to act the way
they do in the face of that paper."
"Judge Bartelmy is first and last a
politician," explained Brand.
Michael Nolan bent forward intently.
The conversation had now reached a
point where he realized an issue of vi
tal Importance to himself and to the
Advance had been touched on.
"Well, suppose he has been cod
dling up to us a little," he began, then
Brand drew a deep breath, stood up
erect in the middle of the drawing
room and daringly explained the situa
tion to the owner of the paper.
"Bartelmy handles people better than
any man in town," he declared. "He
has studied the Advance, dissected its
position and—I will be frank with
you—discovered its weaknesses. He
knows he can't reach you through your
cupidity or political ambition because
you lack those qualities. He now real
izes that his only hope of influencing
us lies in an appeal to"— He hesitated.
"Well?" asked Mrs. Nolan ominously.
Brand found the courage to complete
"People who live in icehouses shouldn't
throw hot water."
"His only hope lies in an appeal—to
your family's social desires"— PbyIlls
rose from her seat, her cheeks red
With anger—"and that's the only rea
son he has for taking you up."
Mrs. Nolan gave a scream of wrath.
Nolan himself, regretting that the un
pleasant scene had occurred, rose from
the settee and advanced to calm the
ruffled waters, but his face was cloud
ed. Its serious expression indicated
that he was deeply concerned over tr
frank statements of his managing edi
tor, and one could instinctively feel
that he was convinced that Brand had
spoken the truth.
CHAPTER VI. ~r-3r
OLAN faced Brand.
"Come, come, Wheeler." he
said. "Let's drop the sub
Brand, you are forgetting your
place," contributed Phyllis.
"Michael," insisted Mrs. Nolan, "are
you going to let this young man rum
the whole of us? I, for one, am glad
Judge Bartelmy has taken us up, and
if it wasn't for the way Mr. Brand
runs wild with that paper"—her voice
broke—"others might." She crossed
to the door at the left. "Here we've
squandered money right and left and
nobody would have anything to do
with us. I declare I was happier
poor. At least when I asked anybody
to eat then they came. Look at that
table in there"—she pointed—"groan
ing with good things to eat, and
there's $100 for hothouse grapes, and
nobody's touched 'em!" She picked
up a bunch of grapes from a stand
and began to eat them.
"Mother," laughed the husband good
naturedly, "I've seen you get away
with three bunches all by yourself."
"Well. I felt it was my duty not to
let them go to waste." She burst into
tears. "Come on. Phyllis," she man
aged to spy, and the heartbroken
mother and daughter went from the
"You mustn't mind what mother
says," Nolan said to Brand. "She's
been kind o' lonely since she came
back to New York."
The editor's heart swelled with sym
pathy- for the woman whose ambitions
for herself and her daughter had
caused the bitterest pain _that injured
pride can give. He saw that it would
be difficult for her to learn that social
position in a big city can be won only
by skillful maneuvering, the ability to
do which Mrs. Nolan apparently did
"Oh, I understand!" he answered
Brand and Nolan went into the li
brary to smoke. Hardly had they dis
appeared when Pitcher entered the
drawing room as an escort for Judge
Bartelmy and his daughter Judith.
Brand had not erred a few minutes
previous when in the same room he
had pronounced the judge to be the
best "handler of people" in the city.
She conversation which ensued be
tween the jurist and his daughter as
they awaited their hostess well illus
trated his reasons for accepting, with
his daughter. Mrs. Nolan's invitation.
When Pitcher had gone in search of
Mrs. Nolan it was the girl who first
"Father." she said. "I want you to
know that I've been to Ave teas this
"This doesn't come under the head of
in social duties."
afternoon. I'm doing you a great fa
vor to come to this one."
"Yes, myjdearjJLjypjpreciate it, but
The girl laughed shortly.
"Now, this doesn't come under the
head of social duties."
"Oh, yes," the judge answered
quickly, "if you view society in its
broader sense. Beyond your little
world is a larger one where caste is of
small consequence and where all men
should be of service to each other."
"But the Nolans—they certainly
haven't been of service to you?" ques
tioned the girl.
HO glanced sharply at Judith.
"But I wish them to be, and we're
getting on—we're getting on."
"Their paper keeps going for you
just as much as ever, father. 1 don't
suppose one ought to mind it, but 1
"Judith, Nolans have lived in every
age in every country," pronounced the
jurist. "He's a composite of anarchist
and autocrat. Eventually the autocrat
In him will triumph. Just now he's
bounding old institutions. 1, for in
stance, represent to him the judiciary,
and be attacks me. No consequence
whatever, but I'm here in defense of
the United States bench. My cause is
the cause of my colleagues. I tell you,
Judith, I know the breed. I know how
to get the venom out of his fangs. Di
plomacy, my dear—diplomacy!"
Judith became enthusiastic.
"Father, I believe you would have
been a great prime minister in the old
The judge straightened up, smiling
pleasedly at his daughter's complimen
tary estimate of him. "Hardly that,
hardly that" he protested. He became
reflective. "They were feeble old men,
for a thousand years courteously mov
ing kings end their armies like pawns
on a chessboard. They were always
very tactful, Judith, those princes of
"Oh," she admitted, "you never fail
to illustrate your point, whatever It
"Just imagine," said her father,
"VN hat one ot those old fellows would
do in this case
"ies, I suppose you're right, and in
the end you'll make these people see
how wrong they've been about you."
"Oh, yes!" he went on confidently.
"As they become accustomed to their
prosperity you will find that the demo
gogism of their paper will be modi
fied and ultimately vanish." He seat
ed himself near his daughter.
"That would be a terrible blow for
Wheeler, wouldn't it?" she suddenly
"Wheeler! Oh, Wheeler! He's an
entirely different type—the idealist,
the fanatical idealist. I'm sorry. I
always liked the boy. His heart's all
right, but his head's all wrong, and I
hope he's merely passing through a
"I don't think you quite understand
Wheeler, father," responded Judith,
He took hold of the girl's hands.
"Oh, yes, I do! Just now he has lost
himself in a labyrinth, and it will take
an Ariadne to lead him out. I believe
the right woman might bring him to
reason." He paused significantly. Ju
dith lowered her eyes from his. "I
forgive him any annoyance he may
have caused me, and I hope you will
forgive him too. I want you and
Wheeler to be friends again and, like
the princess in the fairy stories, live
happily ever after." He patted her
fondly on the shoulder.
Mrs. Nolan entered the room and,
aglow with excitement, greeted her
"Judge Bartelmy, I hope you haven't
been waiting long?" she inquired anx
"Not at all" I
"It is so good of you to come."
"Oh, I wouldn't permit anything to
keep me sway!" he replied. "I've just
had the pleasure of adjourning a rath
er important conference to be here."
This confession filled the fluttering
heart of Mrs. Nolan with pure ecstasy.
She could barely contain herself as she
in turn greeted Judith Bartelmy.
Pitcher announced another name
that appeared in the social register.
"Mr. Dupuy," he announced. He had
tome to keep his appointment with
Nolan. "s *»&*~ „4 ..
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