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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 «od Harriet Ford.
Copyright. 1909. by Joseph Medill
Patterson and Harriet Ford.
"That's 1t.- The good stuff alwttys
couies in bunches," said Brand, show
lug his disgust. "What else you got?"
"Your cub. Powell, just came in with
a prose poem on a dance hall suicide."
"Let's see it." The managing editor
looked at the story, smiling broadly as
he did so. "Send him in."
The voice of Edward Dupuy was
heard outside.
"Is- Mr. Brand in there?"
"Here you can't go in there.'* a
•oice was heard in warning, and Brand
looked up.
"Oh, yes. I can." was the cool re
sponse, and Dupuy walked in. "Brand,
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v.
*Oct out or I'll throw yon out/"
you print that picture of Judge Bar
telmy and your paper's as good as
^^ad^' he threatened.
Brand smiled.
"Oh. we'll try to struggle on."
•"The whole thing was a dirty piece
Cf trickery, and we cnu prove it."
"Go ahead and prove it."
"We'll prove it was a faked picture,"
snarled the lawyer.
"What are you going to do?"
"Never mind what we'll do."
Dupuy now delivered the prize threat
tliat be had saved for use iu the last
extremity, should it arise, and he was
Justified in assuming that it had arisen.
"A temporary injunction would cer
tainly issue in a case like this," be said
sternly. "I'll get one and close your
chop."
"Sure! That's the thing! Get Bar
telniy to issue one." suggested the
managing editor sarcastically.
"I will and put a stop to your game!
This muck racking mania is sweeping
the country like a disease, breeding
madmeD everywhere. Brand, this is
your finish!" He shook his fist vio
lently.
Brand jumped up in anger and strode
toward the lawyer lobbyist.
"Now, you get out of here or I'll
throw you out!" be announced hotly.
"You will, will you? You just wait!"
Dupuy. backed slowly out of the door
way.
Brand hastened out into the com
posing room.
"Mac, they're beginning to squirm
already!" he cried.
"We'll make them squirm more in
the morning." responded the night edi
tor significantly.
CHAPTER XIII.
|RAND, busily engaged In writ
ing the caption for the cut
that was to- reveal Bartelmy
in his true light, was Inter­
rupted once more—this time toy the ei
trance of the greenish hued face of the
poet reporter, Powell.
"You sent for me, sir?" asked the
•i new scribe.
"So you've covered a suicide?" said
Brand.
"Powow's" eyes rolled wildly. He
clasped his hands and his knees shook
in bis horror at what be had learned.
"Oh, yessir—a terrible sight! shall
dre-e-e-a-m of it, sir! it would'take a
Dante to write of ii Oh, I"—
"What was this gi7*i's name?" asked
Brand in matter of fact tones.
".Madeline."
"Madeline what?"
"Her last name," the poet asked
dazedly. "I guess I don't remember.
Ob. yes. It was Jenks—Madeline
Jenks!" He spoke feverishly.
Brand picked up the poet's first
newspaper story and began to read it.
"In spite of the high pressure of events
"Mthat nigbt in the Advance office, in
spite of bis ever present fear that Bar­
telmy and Dupuy might in some way
persuade Nolan to order the sensational
bribery story killed, this many sided
young man found the time to bother
'with the fantastic young poet reporter
acd his fantastic first article.
.IfULkx. commented
j. -"-'j
5raud." turning ove? i'he pages. '"Well,
the first place you mention her name
hi on page 3."
He plucked off the first two pages
•nd threw them on the floor. Powell
Winced painfully at the massacre of
his first reportorial offspring. "Begin
there," said Brand. Powell lunged
downward to rescue bis first two
pages, but Brand kicked them away
from him. "Where'd she live?'' he
next asked.
Powell clasped his hands and gazed
plaintively at the ceiling.
"Over a chop suey cafe, sir."
"Number and street?"
"Two forty-three and a half West
Pearl street."
Brand threw away two more pages,
Powell watching him anxiously the
While.
"Put that next. Here. Madeline
Jenks," Brand toegan to write, "an in
mate of 243% West Pearl street. What
did she do?"
"She destroyed herself utterly!" the
new reporter wailed.
Brand went on writing,
"Is she dead?"
"Yes. sir."
"Shot and killed herself—when?"
"Tonight at 0 o'clock."
Brand wrote on.
"Last night at 9 o'clock. Why?"
Powell answered very Intensely:
"Ob, she could no longer face the
ghastliness of her existence. She knew
•he"
"Sbe was weary of life in the
Streets."
"I don't blame her," Brand com
mented to himself. He turned to
Powell. "There's your story. Thirty
words—you had 3,000. And remember
the story of the creation was told in
800 words."
Powell picked up the pages of bis
story which Brand had discarded and
.Walked dejectedly away.
"Mac," Brand ordered, "here's a
dance hall suicide. Put it with local
brevities, will you?"
Had Brand at this moment been able
to see through the wall that separated
the composing room from the ball he
would have witnessed a sight that
would have deprived bim of some of
the self possession that marked his
present demeanor. A figure clad In an
elaborate evening gown crept softly
up the stairway, stocd irresolutely at
the landing and then turned into the
managing editor's office. Judith Bar
telmy probably never looked more
beautiful iu her life than she did that
night. A flush of excitement enhanced
tthe
soft allurement of her exquisite
features, and the low cut neck of her
sleeveless gown completed a picture
of feminine loveliness that. Innocently
enough on her part, was admirably
adapted to the purpose Judge Barteimy
had in bis unprincipled mind when he
sent her to the Advance office. "You
are my only hope," he had told her
after Dupuy had at first failed to lo
cate Nolan. "You must go and plead
with Wheeler Brand or else I. am
ruined. Your father will be ruined ab
solutely." At the sight of her father's
emotion and yielding to the fervent
pleadings of her only living parent
she had willingly consented to under
take the mission. Unpleasant though
she knew it would be, she believed it
her duty to stand ^y in his hour of
dire need *e father whom she loved,
the father whom she did not know.
As she entered the office and paused
In conjecture as to just bow she would
proceed she heard footsteps hurried-y
ascending tbe stairs, and, withdrawing
into a shadow in a corner, she saw
Michael Nolan and Mrs. Nolan cross
the hall and disappear into the com
posing room.
"Thank heaven!" she murmured fer
vently. "They will stop this story.
Which father says is a horrible lie."
.Wheeler Erand Will never forget—he
ra
"Remember the story of the creation wot
told in 600 words."
has since snid so from the depths of
his soul—the shock that went through
him when he saw Nolan, accompanied
by his wife, mating their way toward
him on that memorable night.
Mc Henry was speaking when they
entered.
"There is your first page^rand." he
was saying, "and it sends Bartelmy to
state prison."
The managing editor gazed approv
ingly at the appearance of the page of
type and the cut in tbe form as It lay
exposed on one of the stones .under a
shaded elerirfc 11
slit. He looked up
to congratulate McHenry on the man
ner in which he hud completed the
makeup of the page when his jaw sud
denly fell. His eyes took on an amazed
stare. He was looking straight over
the night editor's shoulder. McHenry
caught Brand's expression and whirled
about. Then he, too. saw tbe owner
of the Advance and his wife draw
near. Tbe triumphant air with which
tbe wife and mother sailed along by bis
side boded no good to Brand and
story.
Kolaa oauscd. ia front of -tiu fora.
without""looking at the Contents at
first.
"Wheeler," he salcbklndly, "I've been
notified about this story, and I think
"He thinks he's a great reformer and
teious it all."
It best that I read it carefully myself,
analyze it and learn all tbe circum
stances under which it was procured
before I allow it to go to press. That
is a task which cannot be done in the
short time that remains before press
time, so we had best let it go over
until tomorrow—delay it one day. That
won't hurt the story any."
Mrs. Nolan clutched at the ex-miner's
arm and cried shrilly:
"Now, now, Michael, that's not your
nsual way to explain things to one of
your employees. Order him to de
stroy all this miserable stuff about the
Judge at once. Don't hesitate like this.
Think what it means to me, to the
children, to us." she pleaded.
"There, there, mother you keep out
of this," said Nolan kindly, yet firmly.
"I'm trying to do the best 1 can for
you. It's because of you that I'm here
now. But you see"—
Ed Dupuy burst excitedly in upon
them, aud as the typesetters were be
ginning to become distracted from
their work owing to the unusual situa
tion Brand began to fear that this new
intruder would prove the final demor
alizer of the entire night shift.
"Mr. Nolan." cried Dupuy, "we
haven't a minute to lose! They are
almost ready to go to press." He look
ed Intently at the newspaper owner.
"Yes, quite right. We do go to press
•ery soon." cried Brand confidently,
"and I know Michael Nolan is the man
who will order it done."
"Michael." cried Mrs. Nolan at the
top of her voice, which rose sharply
over the din of the typesetting ma
chines, "are you going to stand for
this? Mr.. Brand acts as if be owned
the Advance and treats you as if you
were the office boy. He thinks he's a
great reformer and knows it all. We
other people have a right to our opin
ions, too, and I don't see why you
and your family should be made to
suffer on account of bim as we have
had. to ever since you took him up."
Judith Bartelmy heard the stormy
scene, lived a part of it herself hud
dled in the managing editor's office.
She felt that Nolan would not let the
Btory be used from what she had
ben I'd, and she could not suppress a
pang of pain that pierced her heart at
what she believed to be the fanat
ical vindictiveness of Wheeler Brand
against her father. Yet she was a
true woman, and she could not, in
spite of her loyalty to her parent,
avoid feeling a touch of pride at his
strength ot character, his determina
tion, atMlie sacrifices he bad made, to
accomplish what be believed, even if
foolishly, to be his duty.
"They don't need ine," she finally
muttered, aud. gathering up her costly
skirts, she tripped daintily across the
paper strewn floor, out into tbe hall
and down to her carriage.
Nolan dropped his bead In thought
when liis wife had finished her tirade.
He paced up and down nervously.
He looked at the clock, then at the
form with its accusing contents, then
at Brand, then at his wife.
"I'll go and telephone Judge Bar
telmy." put in Dupuy. "He'll be anx
ious."
The lawyer took himself off.
Brand saw tbe danger of delay. He
doubted if Bay man would be able to
successfully withstand the pressure
that Bartelmy and Nolan's family
would be able to bring to bear on the
owner in another twenty-four hours.
"No, no!" he exclaimed to. Nolan.
"You' would fail me again. I have
tried to prove this judge's guilt to the
people, but I fear I have only succeed
ed in proving it to bis daughter. A
day's delay would be fatal. I know.
At least Bartelmy could get another
judge to issue an injunction a gains'
us even If he would not dare to do
it himself. And there are other step?
he might take.'.'
His voice rose higher, and he worked
himself Into a frenzy of earnestness.
He stood before the little group gath
ered around the ink black form and
continued his impassioned words:
"You know I thought we were going
to be absolutely unmuzzled here. Tou
were a free man. Poverty couldn't
frighten you, and you had seen both
sides of life. You promised to back
me up, no matter what it cost, so long
as we printed the truth, but at the
first big test you fall me."
Mrs. Nolan was on tb» point of be
coming hysterical in, ber agitation.
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"Michael, Michael"— She began.
"There, mother, you go home with
8ylvester. He's waiting outside for
you. After all, this is a man's job
we've got here. I am the head of the
family, and 1 avill settle this matter
In my own way." he said sternly.
"You must not attempt further to in
terfere."
He led her out of the room.
Brand spoke to McHenry.
"Did you hear, MiicV" he asked.- "He
won't decide to run it."
"It's tough, old man—it's tough!"
"This is such a live thing 1 don't
see bow I can kill it." the managing
editor said, rubbing his hand over tbe
face of the form.
"That's the best first page ever made
np in America," said McHenry, with
Justifiable professional pride.
Brand was inconsolable.
"I've been working ten years for
Just this'thing," he said, "something
so plain that even children would, see
what the big thieves are doing."
"You go home!" Brand suddenly or
dered McHenry.
"What?" was tbe surprised exclama
tion.
"I said go home!"
Brand's face was beginning to twitch
nervously. He stodd in the middle of
the composing room, under tbe flood
ing white glare front a sixty-four can
dle power electric light, and clinched
and unclinched his hands, not daring
to look McHenry squarely in the fac
Tbe night editor began to guess what
was passing through Braud's mind.
"Yes, but," he began to protest—
"but"-
Brand cut bim short, saying agitat
edly:
"I am still managing editor."
McHenry now realized plainly that
the intensely earnest Brand had decid
ed to run the story that very night re
gardless of Nolan's attitude. It would
be an easy matter, as Nolan, of course,
would not remain at the office much
longer. And McHenry well know that
such an act would not only bring about
Brand's discbarge from tbe Advance,
but that It would as well injure his
reputatiou in other newspaper offices,
where obedience one's superior, as
In any well regulated organization, is
a man's first duly under all circum
stances.
"Why, man," lie exclaimed question
ingly. "you're surely not going to run
this story?"
Before Brand could give an answer
to this last question, even if be had in
tended to do so, Nolan broke iu on the
pair.
"Mr. Nolan." began Brand, "you
have hoard the whole story of this
miserable affair, both sides of It—Bar
telmy's and my own. from our own
lips. Whatever defense or explanation
Bartelmy gave you 1 don't know. But,
so far as 1 am concerned. I told you
the facts and the truth." You must
know that by this time. You must be
lieve it. Therefore why do you or
how in heaven's name can you hesi
tate?"
Michael Nolan's face shone with the
•light of determination.
"Wheeler, my hoy." be said, "I have
learned much from you. I have needed
contact with such a man as you. I
have led a rou:. li life for most of my
enreer. When I rose to be chairman
of the Street Itailway Workers' union
I did so simply through my rugged
ness of character, my ability ftp master
men. Then was driven out into the
world, an outcast, and became a day
laborer In the mines. When the day
enme that.,I owned my own mine it
was again a case of fight, fight, FIGHT,
for the lawless claim jumpers threat
ened me abov« ground, and the law
less floods assailed me below ground.
Bo In tbe life I led 1 did not get tbe
SUE JllJttlW HERSELF OVER 'l'UE INliY FORM.
opportunity to study or even Become
familiar witb the important questions
and the problems that confront tbe
men that guide tho policy of newspa*
pers."
Nolan drew close to Brand and
placed bis band affectionately on tbe
young editor's shoulder.
"But i-ou. VYlveler-r-rou have^au.sbt
•Mm
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me much about1 those' big issues'thafl
did not know, and you have shown to
mc the high ideals that should guide
tho newspaper writer, the newspaper
editor and tbe newspaper owner as
well. You are right in this case." His
voice rose to majestic heights. "Wheel
er Brand, I have learned from you that
the Advance is more than a newspa
per. It is a great, throbbing, potential
force. It is the strong arm of thei
Bight standing against the evil arm ot
the Wrong. So we must not falter.
We must not delay. Show the big
thieves up, Wbeeler. Let the story go
to press."
Nolan turned quickly away and has
tened out and down into the street.
A warm glow of enthusiasm spread
over the'face of Wheeler Brand as he
picked up a bundle of proofs.
"We'll show them up!" be cried ex
ultantly. "We'll show them up, and
we'll pat them down!"
CHAPTER XIV.
RAND and McHenry began
"eagerly to inspect the final
proofs of the Bartelmy story.
Two figures suddenly stood
in the doorway of the composing room.
Ed Duptiy's telephone call was begin
ning to show results. Judge Bartelmy
and Judith, ready for a last effort to
prevent the publication of the con
"demnatoiy article, quite unobserved,
glanced to wbere Brand and his asso
ciate editor were at work. "Don't
come in yet. Wait a few moments,"
whispered the judge. The girl slipped
dowu the hall Into the managing edi
tor's little office, tbe coign of vantage
from which she bad previously been
able to hear all that took place in the
composing room. Bartelmy proceeded
directly to the form before which the
two editors were working, and Brand
saw that be must undergo another un
pleasant eucounter before tbe presses
begnu to whirl off his story. He
glanced impatiently at the clock and
raised bis brows questioningly to the
Judge.
"Mr. Brand, has Mr. Nolan been
here tonight?" asked Bartelmy.
"Yes."
"Have you received Instructions
about this story?"
"Yes."
"What were those Instructions? Is
the story to be printed?'*
"I am not at liberty to discuss with
any outside person the communications
I receive from the owner, but I will
add for your information that the
story will be on the press lu a very
few minutes."
At this latest declaration of Brnnd's
Judith could restrain herself no longer.
She rushed through the doorway,
across the grimy floor, regardless of
the flowing train of her silk gown.
Brand rubbed Hie back of his hand
across bis eyes as though they were
deceiving him.
"Good God. it is Judith!" be exclaim
ed. Then he turned to bis assistant.
"Here, Mae, hurry—take this form
away."
The girl's face and eyes were aglow
with the effects of the nervous strain
under which she labored on that
epoch making and epoch breaking
night before the startled night shift
of the Advance.
"Wheeler, you're not going to use
that picture?" she pleaded.
"Take the form away." again order
ed Brand, bis voice almost failing
him.
"No, no don't send it! Walt, wait!"
She threw herself over the inky form,
ber arms outstretched.
Brand tried to draw her away.
"Judith, please!" be protested.
"They can't have"— She was hys
terical.
"Go to Inncb, boys," ordered Brand
to tbe typesetters.
"We'll miss the mall," protested Mc
Henry.
"I don't care. Go to lunch."
Tbe compositors ceased work at the
linotypes and, wondering and whisper
ing. slowly filed out.
"Judith," Brand besought ber, "won't
MYou're
?fr*
you"
"Listen to me. Wheeler." she broke
In. "I know everything. Father has
told me everything about—his—guilt
You understand what it means to me—
what he is to me. You must spare
him for me!"
"Judith, it's impossible."
"But it is tbe human thing to do.
Oh, forget these ideals. Be just a
man—a man who loves a woman and
protects her. You do love me, I know,
iu spite of everything that you've
done." «.•
"Yes, I love you!" he cried fervently.
"And Wheeler, dear, I've not chang
ed," she told him fondly. "I can see
how right you mean to be in what
you are trying to do, but iu this you
are wrong. Whatever my father may
have done, his iutentions were honest.
He bad been involved by others and
when he tried to extricate bimself it
was too late. They, not he, were
guilty. It was for their sakes, not his
own, that he offered you that money,
so you see you are wrong. Why.
Wheeler, if you belouged to.me and
committed a crime I would die to
shield you from the penalty."
Brand answered her quickly.
"That is wrong reasoiing."
"No, no it Is right. That nuist al
ways be," she cried. "It Is like—like
a
law of life. Can't you see that too?
I belong to you. Yes, I belong to you,
and you should shield me. You must
feel toward my father as he were your
own because he is mine. It's not pos
sible that you would do this thing to
your own father. Think of him that
way—your own father! You'll not. re
gret It. I'll make it up to you with all
my love for all the rest, of life! Wheel
er. say you will do what 1 ask." She
broke down completely and sobbed
brokenly, leuuing across (lie form.
"Oh, say you will do what I ask!"
Brand tried to raise ber, but she
cluivg to hlin frenzledly.
"Judith, for God's sake, don't!" he
said.
"Yes, yes you must yon shall!" She
dragging hr.r risnvn to your oum
level."
(was losing all control of herself in her
desperation.
"Judith, listen to me." he said in
pplredly. "I'm not tbe man who loves
you or is loved by you. I've no right
to think of you or of myself. I'm an
instrument to an end in the history of
a great God. Can't you see tills thing
as I
dor
"I csn't reason. I can't argue. I
can only feel."
Tbe Judge bad drawn a few steps
away from the pair during the scene
between them. Ho viewed with cal
culating satisfaction the battle that I
his daughter was waging so valiantly
lu his behalf, and lie had felt that not
even the young stoic Brand could re
slst this powerful and tiiml appeal of
the girl he loved. At his daughter's
last outcry he drew near to the editor.
"Brand, are you human'/" he de
manded strongly, pointing to the pros
trated girl with his walking stick.
"Human, human. Judge Barteltny!"
be exclaimed. "You are true to your
self to the end. You bring your daugh
ter here so that by torturing me with
the sight of her suffering you may es
cape the penalty of your thievery. 1
was willing she should think me heart
less to spare her the greater pain of
knowing you as you are. But now you
bring her here in her Innocence to re
peat to me your lies. You're degrad
ing her. dragging her down to your
own level, just as you did her mother
before ber. If she lets you go on using
her it will be with her eyes open."
Judith raised her head amazedly.
"What, are you saying?" she asked.
Brand turned to her and then to the
Judge.
"Why, he's lied to you Just as he's
lied all his life. lie told you he was
trying to shield others. lie lleil. He I
never shielded any one but himself.
Judge Bartelmy, the power of men
like you must be destroyed. When 1
Justice Is corrupted the nation rots. 11
I keep silent about you and your inetli
ods I become your accomplice 1 be
tray my trust Just as you have betray
ed yours."
Bartelmy raised his band deprecat
Ingly. Brand, however, drew a deej.
breath and went resolutely on. Hi
spoke to both tbe girl and the judge.
"Judith, if at the cost of my life I
could spare you this grief I would do
it gladly. But even that would do no
good. You would always despise me
for failing when my test came and al­
ways despise yourself for having caus
ed me to fall. Can't you see you and I.
are nothing
:n
1
all thi.it Tlte individual
does not exist, only the cause. Judge
Bartelmy, that story goes to press," he
cried, raising his eyes to meet those of
Judith's father.
Bartelmy saw that he had played
his last card. It was his highest
trump, but it bad failed to win. What
Judith could not do he surely, under
the existing circumstances, could not
do. Nolan, tbe only man who conld
save him if he would, had gone, he
knew not where.
And it was now press time. AH was
over. Bartelmy took a single step to
ward his daughter.
"Brand, that story is my obituary,"
he said in low tones.
"Oh, no," was the response in sad
dened voice. "Men like you don't fin
ish that way. You'll have about six
hours, judge, before that story Is read
by tbe public."
Judith, too. was ready to admit that
her last and culminating effort had
been in vain. Wearied and unstrung,
she raised herself from the fatal form*
that was to besmirch the name and
the father that had been her source of
pride. She crossed over toward her
father, who stood silent and despair
ingly in tbe shadow o£ one of tbe lino
type machines.
"Goodby, Wheeler. I am going out
of your life forever. I am sorry it had
to end like this—all our plans, all our
hopes"—
The thought of the happy moments
that she had spent with Wheeler,
building air castles for their future
when they would be man and wife,
came over her. It swept dowu the
wall of reserve aud determination with
which she bad deemed it necessary to
surround herself. She halted and
gazed steadfastly into her father's
-face. Slowl she raised her hands and
pressed tlie-n against her cheeks as
though horror 6trlcken. Then she
turned. rur" 3d Impulsively back to
Wheeler Brand, and. bending tensely
toward bim, she searched bis strong
young face as best her tear dimmed
eyes would let her. He returned her
I gaze unflinchingly.
Judge Bartelmy saw the girl's strug
gle to decide between the father who
had dishonored tier name and the
lover who meant a life of happiness,
purity, success ni,id inspiration. He
was wise enough in the ways of the
world to know that again was Brand
to prove a victor over him.
The girl stood jnunovahle a moment.
Then she extended her arm toward
ber lover. Judith Bartelmy had made
her choice.
The judge's features showed but lit
tle of the storm iuto which bis emo
tions had been plunged. His years of
practiced self control had come to
his aid aud enabled bim to face tbe
ruin of his career and his life and his
name without the frenzied demonstra
tion in which most, men iu bis posi
tion would have indulged. To .the
last he was the cool, polished, suave
hypocrite that be bad beeu In the be
ginning, when those who sought to
loot the public for p:ivate gain found
him a willing tool.
"He is right," Bartelmy said to Ju
dith. "He has told you the truth to
night—the absolute truth." He looked
nt his watch. "Six hours, did you say.
Mr. Brandt' be asked.
Brand had gathered Judith In his
arms. She sighed contentedly as she
laid her head upon his shoulder.
"Yes," he answered the judge.
Judge Bartelmy stood watching tbe
united couple for a moment before he
turned and walked away, muttering
as he went: "Six hours. One may
travel far In these days In that time."
The great ship heaved and lunged
through the giant seas that swept over
her bows, out of the freezing night, out
of the cold northeast. The captain and
the first officer, lashed to opposite
ends of the lofty bridge, choked In the
(lying spume of wind riven mldocean.
Somewhere a deep toned bell told of
the hour in the sailors' accustomed
fashion. From somewhere out of tbe
depths of the vast groaning fabric
tumbled the men of the watch who
were now to go on duty to relleve
their storm beaten fellows.
And somewhere down ill the shiv
ering. rearing hull a gaunt faced, hol
low eyed man lay on the saffron hued
velvet cushions of a narrow couch at
tho side of a luxurious stateroom. He
was fully dressed In spite of tho late
ness of the hour and of the fact that
he was sleeping—Just as he had beeu
the night before. He tossed uneasily.
Sometimes lie thrust Ills hands out
convulsively as though to ward off a
threatening danger. He began to talk
Incoherently. The ship rolled, and. a
tray containing dishes and an evening
meal that had gone untouched crashed
to the floor. "The press—tbe printing
press—has started." he muttered dis
jolntedly as the sound of the breaking
dishes penetrated into Ills wearied
lira In. His hand instinctively crept
under one of tbe cushions. It grasped
and for a moment fumbled witb a blue
steel object, which It drew weakly
forth—a revolver. The shock of the
cold steel roused the sleeper. He
opened his eyes and gazed fascinatedly
at the Instrument of death. With a
cry of terror he relaxed his flugers,
and the object dropped to the floor.
He groaned the groan of a lost soul in
the anguish of Its uever ceasing tor
ture. He turned his face to the wall
and tried in vaiu to close his eyes in
sleep.
Judgment bad been pronounced in
tbe case of "JUDGE BAIITELMY
VERSUS TI1E PEOPLE, WIIEELER
BRAND AND THE ADVANCE."
THE END.
"Oh, no I don't claim to be any dif
ferent or any brighter than the bal
ance of mankind. I expect I shall mar
ry some fool woman some of these
days."
'.'If you ever marry that's the kind
of a woman you will marry, all right."
—Rochester Union.
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