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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Times, 1910-06-09, Page 7•�i "1'Jiilxi WIrCir.E1401. TIMES, JUNE 9 1911.1 7 In "The Fourth Estate" the 'effectiveness of newspapers ire. fearlessly exposing political and judicial corruption and the safeguard they are to the public are interestingly and convinc- ingly set forth. A young, earnest newspaper writer and editor is the central figure, and his bat- tles with a dishonest United States judge against big odds and against the cunningly under- handed machinations of the law- yer lobbyist Dupuy form one of ,the most valuable as well as most entertaining pieces of fic- tion of the day. That the false judge's daughter, the reigning beauty in the fashionable life of a leading city, should play a sensational part in this gripping story of strong honest men and of strong dishonest men, fight- ing each other in a war of dol- lars, evidences the . romantic possibilities of the narrative. This is a story of today's America, a fact story torn out of life's book, dealing with the most vital issues that confront every one of us. Romance and humor 'vie with stirring action for see- premacy in this instructive and fascinating novel, which teaches that the path of duty is the path to love and happiness and that - in success, nobly won, lie re- wards of greater and more last- ing value than in a triumph ig- nobly and more easily gained. -CHAPTER L Burke said there were three es- tates in parliament, but In the re- porters' gallery yonder there sat a Fourth Estate more important far than they x11.=Carlyle. HE silence in the managing editor's room of the Daily Advance was abruptly broken by the entrance of Ross Mc- Henry through a private door. His eighteen years of active newspaper Work in a career extending from cub reporterhood to his present important Office had drilled into him the necessity, even the habit, of constant action, quick thought, keen and accurate per- ception and readiness for emergencies. Ile hastily threw off his coat, glanced lit several papers laid on his desk While he was out at dinner and seated !himself in his managerial chair. He Wrote a few rapid words on a pad of 'paper at his right hand as he pushed S button with his left to summon an office boy. "Any one here while I was gone?" McHenry queried sharply as the boy ..entered. "Yes, sir. Woman whose boy was pinched wants to- keep it out of th' ;;paper. Been outside two hours. She's .sittin' outside an' bawls an' bawls an' bawls." "Tell her we're printing a newspa- per and I've left for the night." "When there was a few phone. calls. [We handled 'em all 'sept th' last. He was a man nam- ed Nolan, an' he wanted ter see you." McHenry im- mediately be- came interested. "What'd you t ell him? he asked, rising. "That you was to th' thy ea ter. " The managing editor picked up a Congressional Directory and shied it forcibly et the lad, "Well, next time, young man, you tell hint I've "Mae?) [lois tell lust stepped e" Clown to the night editor's room. Nolaan; remember his nitma—.\alas. E2e's the new owner." "Cheese it, another owner. Nobody keeps tis hong, do they?" 'NO." responded McHenry laeonieal• Iy. 'Lille eertuin other luxuries, no, body keeps us long, We're to0 es - Pensive, Durkin." The boy grinned and hurried away t0'siitilnon the right editor 01 Mellen- ry Oseof the t"Ottamand and to lisp "bawling" wOmab. Met-lenry Seated and turned ;to the ever ready telephone at the ;Baht hand Corner of bis desk; Novelized b3 FREDERICK R. TOOMBS From the Great Play of the Same Name by Joseph Medill Patterson and Har- riet Ford. COi'YRIGIIT. 1909. BY JOSEPH MEDILL PATTERSON AND HARRIET fORD. "Hello, Miss Stowe! Get me Mr Nolan—Mr. Michael Nolan --an the wire, right away." As the managing editor hung up the receiver Moore, the night editor, ens tered carrying a bundle of galley proofs in his left band, a schedule in his right. "Well, Moore, what have you got for part 1?" asked McHenry. The night editor repeated rapidly In a dead Sat monotonous voice: "Thirty-five columns of ads. Tele- graph editor's hollering for twenty col- umns. Ile just got a couple of nice flashes—one from Pittsburg about a man eloping with his daughter-in-law; very fine people. Another first class murder from St. Louis. Local has twenty-six scheduled, sports are very heavy, bowling, fights, checkers, and Kentucky's shut down on racing; they want two pages. We've got a tip that Morgan has the asthma. Steel will probably open soft on Monday.". McHenry took down the telephone receiver and held it expectantly at his ear. He took the proofs from Moore's hand and began looking them over. They contained important articles Which had been set up, but which he had not previously seen. "Hello, there's ,a live one," be sad. denly exclaimed, glancing over one of McHenry turned to the telephone. the sheets. "Bill. I'd like to run thai' one. Senator Deering dead yet?" "No, not yet." The managing editor was disgusted. "Pshaw!" be exclaimed. "I'II bet the old codger dies for the afternoon pa• pers. We're having rotten Tuck lately." The telephone rang. "Hello! Who's this?" cried McHenry savagely. But bis voice changed ab raptly to Its most sugary tones. "Uh. tsIr, Nolan, this is Sir Meileu ry. Yes: why. the buy said I'd gone 'o the theater. He's new to newspaper ofliees Yes, indeed He doesn't know we newspaper ITlen have little time fon theaters—no, Indeed—ha, ha: I was downstairs to the press room all the time—yes. indeed; trouble with the roller on cylinder fa of the color pres.,aad I Happen to have a hit oto mechaotcai turn of intuit --yes, indeed Anything I esti do for you. sir? Hope we may have she pteatsnre of snowing you over the utfiet. -your (Illi`O—pretty soon Yes. sir. Tonight': fes, any time We're' always here. Yes, sir Maui: you." Ile bung up the receiver and re• vetted to [tis natural vut'e. "It's the new pass, Moore. 'S coming down to. night." "1 wonder if that tneans mor• changes?" observed the ntgnt editor as he filled - his pipe. ) e. p McUeury signed. "Ain't a mat who gets Into this business a sucker?" The night editor stalled grimly. "Wonder what kind of a joke Is this Nolan anyway?" he asked. The night editor's brow wrinkled "All know is that he's a Colorado miner with a hill of ore all his own." Ile glanced over the night editor's schedule "What is this '1' -'l' -golf or polities?". "Taft—both; golf 2 do w ferelive with allot"ic.h." Melletiry snorted. •'bush, the White House is clear[ :atnee -!'eddy left;" Ile pointed to he :wiled. tile. "What's Ihis? 'Baltimore, one col limn. " "Double divorce, Tney exchanged partners.," ", eo Good ," 1 e? n n "Not much." "Fifty words 41 be enough. Dead heavy—stupid paper, grunted the tnan- lging editor. McHenry rang for the boy, Durkin, and on bis belated arrival sent bim to summon the city editor. "What you got?" saluted McHenry as the editor arrived. • Downs, the city editor, went straight to the point. "Are you going to use that follow up story about Judge Bartelmy throwing the Lansing Iron company into a receivership?" he queried. dunno. Any kicks on this morning'sstory?" "I should say yes — telephone going all day." McHenry turn- ed and pounded the desk with his fist. "If they kicked on that they'd get our jobs on this." He pointed at the proof of the new "Double divorce. Bartelmy story ThcycxcltanQed which he had partners." taken from Moore. "All the same, the judicial ermine is getting rather soiled these days. It makes me sore to think of what they're pulling off on the federal bench. He's bad all through, that Bartelmy. Whose story is it— Brand's?" "Yep," responded the city editor. "By heaven, he is a newspaper man." "That's why he won't last in this of- fice," put in Moore sarcastically. "Yep," supplemented the city editor. McHenry's face took on a resigned expression as he said: "Well, we'll have to pass it up." He paused. "It's likely to be libelous," He laid aside the proof sheet and re- sumed his perusal of the schedule of articles intended to be used in the next morning's paper. "How about divorces?" McHenry asked suddenly, raising his head to the city editor. "The Sarrup divorce is up again. Two new corespondents named." He pointed them out among the photos.. McHenry drew a few lines on one of the photos and rang for the boy. "Bring me an artist, Durkin," he or- dered. The artist soon appeared. "Here," Spoke up the managing ed- itor, "take these corespondents and run 'em with the two you had yester- day, but fix those up different. Put a hat on one and the other in low neck, and put Sarrup himself in the middle with a dado of hearts around." Mc- Henry changed bis mind. "No; make it a big question mark of cupids and the caption 'Which of These Women Does This Man Love?' Yes, and frame in his wife too. Three columns." "Yes, sir," responded the artist, starting away with the photos. But McHenry called him back. "Hey 1" he cried. "Make that 'Which of These Beautiful Women Does This Man Love?'" The artist bowed in acquiescence and escaped. McHenry took up another photo- graph. "Ha, what a beauty!" he said en- thusiastically. • "What's she been do- ing?" "She is Judith Bartelmy, the judge's daughter. She gave a reception to- day," answered Downs, the city ed- itor. ;LL "high society all there as usual, I suppose?" mused McHenry. "The Bnrtelmys are an old family. and they've held on to some of their money. Here, Downs," he went on, "play her up for two -no, three col- umns. Maybe it will square it with the judge for what we did to bim in the paper this morning. You explain to an artist." "AII right.': "The new boss, Nolan. is coming down to look us over tonight" added McHenry. Henr . "Wonder where we'll all be working next week?" was the city editor's re- ply over his shoulder as he quickly made bis exit. The bo' came in and laid a card on the managing editor's desk. "Miss Judith Bartelmy!" exclaimed McHenry as he glanced at it. "Well, what do you think of that, Moore?" "It's a kick sure, and"— "By the way," interjected Melienry deliberately, "this girl, Judith Bartel- Isn't arterisn't she engaged to, Wheeler Brandt" "Seems to me I've heard something of the sort," assented Moore vaguely. "Weil, same here, and Brand wrote that story this morning showing up her father, the judge. its a trickster of the worst, most dangerous Sort, 'rl6w the girl comes to this ofilce-probably to defend her dad. Say, 113ooro"-"the managing editor was becoming excited with nim to band such u roast to htv prospective father iu-law.,, ,Me neury turned abruptly to eke side and reat'11ed for his coat. widen he quickly duetted, "Snow her int." he called to, the boy. m lore gustily retreated rival the room its juclittc 'Oa rtelmy entered, leaving the ,fudge's daughter ttluue with the ivatuiglt g editor.. Jlt'i1eury hud long fit tiered bitaselt that he had. Ulet ([lathy' attnOtt'tftrush ee WIlrneu in his;. tltne, [tut as he to meet JigU i Bartel my and surveyed this fust)- locably gowned yuatlg ttuuiau tie slate a meatal note that she surpassed them all. her most[ features were of distinctly patrician cust. Ilex blue eyes had the magnetic quahtiee so ee- 1'ied by the amity less fortunate wo- men, and the [aura whiteuss of her finely curved chin and neck was ad- vantageously reverted by the low cut collar of her prtuaess gowu of wine colored silk which clung to a figure that celebrated artists had pronounced unusual in its symmetry. "1 desire to complain about the ar- ticle attacking my father this morn- ing," the girl began. "Yes?" answered McHenry. "1 wish an apology for it." "Is this a message from your fa- ther?" • "That's not the point. This is the first time in his life that any one has ventured to question his honor. The article is false, and 1 think your pa- per should apologize for it immedi- ately" "Before saying as to that" returned the managing editor, "1 should have to refer the matter to the new pro- prietor, Mr. Nolan. You know it is not customary for a newspaper to take back what it says." The Judge's daughter raised her eye- brows le surprise as she drew close to McHenry's desk, where he had resum- ed his seat. "1 should think you'd have a good ninny lawsuits," she suggested. "Oh, uo; not mardy. We go up to the line, but we try not to step over it." He picked up several newspapers from his desk. "For instance"—scanning the papers—"I don't think your father will feel inclined to sue us." He rose as if to end the interview. Judith, however, was not to be thus disposed of. "I don't want to detain you." she re- marked, "but I should like to ask you who was responsible for that article." She seated herself in a chair which McHenry indicated. "We never tell the name of our writ- ers," answered the managing editor. Her father had diplomatically sug- gested to her that Wheeler Brand might have written the story. This she found difficult to believe. But she must be convinced, and one of her motives in visiting the newspaper had been to ask him—to ask him to tell her that he was not the author of the new attack on her father. She must see him and learn the truth from his lips alone. "Is Mr. 5?;rand in the office now?" she. asked. "Yes, I think so." "Would it be possible for me to see him?" "Why, yes, if you wiSb. I'll send for him." McHenry summoned the boy and told him to "ask Mr. Brand to come "We've noticed"—she hesitated -"al his friends have noticed that he's be- coming very radical lately." Judith rose from the chair and stepped nerv- ously toward the editor's desk. "Oh," he laughed, "they all get that when they're young, like the measles." ".And that's something they all get over, isn't it?" she asked eagerly. "Yes." responded McHenry, stirring as though to leave the room. Judith stepped squarely in front of his desk. "But I don't want to disturb you. Can't I go to his office?" "He hasn't got any office, and thej're all bunched in the local room in their shirt sleeves smoking. You wouldn't like it. We haven't a reception room." McHenry laughed as he spoke. In his shirt sleeves, rolled to his el- bows, with quick steps and squared shoulders, Wbeeler,Brand, one of the ablest men on the city staff of the Advance, strode into the office of the managing editor through the door lead- ing from the city and telegraph rooms. "Yes, sir," be greeted McHenry. Then he stopped shor.t both in bis -steps and in his speu..11. He !tad caught sight of the managing editor's visitor. "Why. Judith!" he gasped. "What in heaven's name are you doing here? I"— At this point words failed him, and he stood staring at her, with his breast heaving violently as the re- sult of his surprise: The girl was also deeply disturbed in spite of her previous knowledge that she was to be confronted' by the man she loved. McHenry thought that the moment had arrived when his presence was nolonger necessary. o "Miss Barteunv has asked to see you for a taw minutes," he said, rising dud starting toward a door. "You may tall: here." A handful of proof sheets rustled in his grasp as he disappeared. Wheeler Brand started toward the girl. "Is there anything the matter?" he queried anxiously. She hesitated before answering. Then she spoke detertninedly. "Yes: two things. First, you- did not conte to my reception [lits afternoon; secondly. there is. that article about father this morning." "1 couldn't get off 'froth the Oillee to attend the reception. and I am awful - 13" fiorry," he protested. "But as for the story about your father --Well, did ire send yOU here?" "No, he didn't send me. But 1 '1 r e ho help seem how d stn b d cotton t g wag. and"y ' —"things are getting warm around • ,;Then he kne* yeti were totting? here, Brand certainly had his nerpe "Why, yes." dadith *at trying bard to understand what he meant ay neem Mg out her father's knowledge of her l present mission, one which was to her decidedly unpleasant, Wheeler was pia411Y impressed, ands unfavorably so, at the girl's reply, "Qh!"be ejaculated disappo1uted17, The quickly thinking girl detected! the sigulticput tone of the newspaper, writer's reply and hastened to ex-; plain. "I heard my father say at dinner that he feared there would be another attack tomorrow," site said, "and I hoped through you to prevent its pub -1 lication and to make the Advance apologize for what it said this morn- ing, 1 don't see bow your paper dares to publish such things." "But, Judith," be answered, "we couldn't dodge a story as big as that. We had to print it. That's what we're here rot." But she was still insistent. "Oh, of course, print the story, but I mean the insinuation all through. Why, by using such unfair means newspapers can bring discredit on any one. Mr. McHenry refused to apolo- gize, Ile wouldn't even tell me who wrote it. .Do you know?" Brand gave a violent start. At first, in her present mood, he hardly dared answer the girl. With a determined effort he pulled himself together and answered her question. "Yes, 1 know who wrote it." "Who?" Judith leaned toward him, gazing intently into his eyes. -1 wrote it," he announced. • Judith started back aghast. "You, Wheeler? Why?" she cried hysterically. "I bad no choice." He struggled to maintain his grip on himself. "You bad no choice?" , "Judith, when this Lansing Iron case first broke loose," Brand responded firmly, "1 saw straight off that it was out: of the slickest—well. that there was a big story in it. 1 didn't know your father was involver[ in this at first. 1 just followed the path, and when 1 saw where it was leading me 1 wanted to turn back because of you, but 1 couldn't." He stopped for a mo - meat, then went.ou: "No, no. I could. not stop—not—even—for—you!" "But it isn't loyal of you," was her response. "It wasn't like you—to at. The Kind You Rave Always Bought, and which ,has been in use for over 30 years, has borne the signature of and has been made under his per- sonal supervision since its infancy. Allow no one to deceive you in this. All Counterfeits, Imitations and "just -as -good" are but, Experiments that trifle with and endanger the health of Infants and Children :Experience against Experiment.. 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She covered her face with her hands. and her bosom heaved convulsively in her anguish. CHAPTER IL HEELER BRAND gazed at the girl, and' above his own misery rose his sympathy and thought for her whom he longed to comfort, for the girl of his choice. whom duty said he must cause to suffer. He yearned to take her in his arms and wipe away the tears, but he knew that she would repulse bim. He throbbed with the desire to prove to her his love by assuring her that the attack on her father was ended— but his duty whispered, "No." And to himself he repeated the "No." For he must go on, and she must en- dure, and the judge must pay the price. The voice of an outraged people had spoken through the pen of Wheeler Brand, and he was one of those men strong enough to refuse to take the price of silence. He led theg irl he loved to a chair. even as she sobbed and whispered, "Wheeler, Wheeler, Wheeler," endear- ingly from her heart's depths. Brand looked down on her with a world of sadness in his eyes. Ile well knew, and the world would soon know, that those who sit in the high places must pay the penalty for sin, even as the lowliest among us who more blindly goes astray. Judith Bartelmy bad been long euougiOn society to learn the art of the control and the concealment of emotions under many trying circum- stances. Probably in any other Skutt. tion than in one where her father and the man she loved 'were so deeply concerned, as in the present, She would hare been able to retain a larger degree of self composure. Several She was able minutes passed before p to speak In evenly balanced tones. "Wheeler," she finally [quo, "if any, rine ha_ hait„'I'on,woult"l-.lit (To be Vontlnfed), Is a General Nuisance, and Cause; Sickness, but it Gan be Avoided by Using DUS T2A E singenumormagaisamisisamieses onsweeping day. "Dastbane," moreover, dis- infects the roots and restores Rugs to their original freshness. 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