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1 "".L•pere you are," responaea lsraua
isimply, Itis eyes meeting those of the
jurist.
Bartelmy glanced cautiously at the
editor, seeking for signs of deception,
hof a trap, but he foundthews not.
"Mr. Brand, what do you want?" he
'asked sharply.
"What's it worth to you?"
"I would prefer you to set the fig.
urea'
"How about $.10,000?" asked`' the
judge.
"Yes," agreed Brand, rising—"inn cash
tonight,"
"Rather short notice for such a sum,"
protestingly. "Where shall I see you?,"
"At my office,"
"Your office—the Advances No, no.
prefer you to come to my chambers
about noon tomorrow. ' We shall be
.quite private there."
"I can't wait that long for it, judge.
I've got to have it tonight."
"Oh, is it something of that sort?
,Well, then, come to my house after
dinner."
"But I've got to be at my office," in
!listed the editor.
"I hardly like to go there, Mr.
Brand."
"That's up to you, judge. But if you
don't come the story goes to press to-
night. Well?" with a rising inflection.
J?ndith Bartelmy entered.
"Will you come now, papa?" she
tacked.
"Just a moment, my dear. I intend
ed to ask Dupuy to dine with us."
' "Oh, can't you take him to the club?'
she pouted. .
"That wouldn't be convenient, m
'dear. You know we're going to th
opera." He step-
iped back toward
1the library. "Mr.
Brand, Pll see
,you again before
,you leave."
There was e.
'moment's embar-
rassed silence be-
tween Judith and
C heeterBrandas
the judge disap-
;geared.
"How do you
a' do, Mr. Brand?"
she finally asked.
"How do you
do, Miss Bartel -
my?" His man-
ner was awk-
ward and strain- A moment of "imbar-
ed, ragged silence.
"I haven't seen you all winter." She
placed her hands on the back of a
Chair near a settee.
""No; I baven't been anywhere. I've
been kept pretty close at work." He
mused, "Won't you sit down?"
cine thieved to -tae -reit and 'ticeranea'
the settee. After a few moments o]'
silence• she said:
"It's strange' I haven't seen you all,
minter. I suppose it will be another
!hundred years before I see you again."
Brand looked intently at her.
i "It won't be if you wish to. see . me
.'any sooner, Judith," and, thus speak-
ing, be leaned over the back of the
• settee toward the girl he loved.
"Why, of course I witch--er You
„were hawing a talk with father when
came in, weren't you?"
"Yes," rising and stepping back from
:;Iter.
t "Wheeler, come here," the girl asked
;wistfully. "I want to talk to you."
He moved to a cbair close by her side.
".aren't you beginning to realize that
Ou may have been a bit headstrong?"
.'she said tenderly, looking into hes
• eyes. "'I'm afraid you are getting in
very deep. Yorufriends, most of
them, have been patient with you 'so
far. but there's a limit, you know, and
you'll lose them."
y
"i'in sorry."
"Oh, Wheeler" --She was intensely in
.-earnest--"is it worth while to let them
• go just for an Idea?"
"A man must act 'according to his
light. Judith.""
"And a woman according to hers.
Perhaps you don't realize it, but that's
%vial I've been trying to do. You
• know I've been alone u great deal of
My life. I've bad more responsibility
than most girls. I've hid to decide
things for myself and the younger
ones and do the best 1 could for ati
, of ns."
""1 es, I Wines that. '.Chore's nobody
likee you, Judith."
5' ,
"I'm glad if you think that,"
"t'li always think that, Judith," he
eteiatased passionately. "And, 1'Ii al,
Pays feet all that I've lost."
"Ilaweh't you brought it on yours
eels?" she asked quickly,
.Brant!
netted batt: her bands, and In
a 'tetnpeet Of emotion, tong suppressed,
'iib rose and bent Over het".
"Oh, dearest, can't we have this one
OUikfl!
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From the Great Play
of the Same Name
by Joseph Medill
Patterson and Har-
riet Ford, alms
COPYRIGHT, 1909, Bl( JOSEIPS
MEDILL PATTERSON AND
HARRIET FORD,
moment"—he was aroused, to a pitch
she had never seen him reach be;ore—
"even it we never have another, with-
out thinking of anything except—ex-
cept each other?" He seated himself
close to her,
`Wheeler, I've a little story I want
to tell you," she said fondly, yet sadly.
She spoke as one pleading in a vital
cause. "Once upon a time there was a
girl, and she rather liked a somewhat
gloomy young man, But one night
something happened and then—they
didn't speak for a long time—oil, a
very long time. But there were other
young men, and one of them has asked
to call tomorrow afternoon at 5 o'clock.
He was very serious about it. You
see, the girl has been waiting so long
that she's beginning to be afraid—
afraid that er Oh, Wheeler, why
won't you drop it all? It's not too
later
She rose to her feet, still with her
hands in his, and in another moment
he stood beside her. He threw both
his arms around her and held her close
to his bosom.
"Judith," 'he whispered _passionately,
to her.
"Why don't ,lou call tomorrow at 4?
washer response. r•
As they stood there in fond embrace,
her lips raised to his, Judge Bartelmy,
appeared at the extreme end of the
room. • He gave a sudden start as he
saw their oblivion to all else but them-
selves. His cold blue eyes shone with
the satisfaction that filled him. He
had done a good day's work, he con-
gratulated himself. He had arranged
to buy Brand's silence for $10,000
when it was really worth twice that
sum to a man of the United States
judge's wealth and standing. ,Why, he
had originally planned to give Brand
twice that sum as a wedding present
when he married. Judith.
"Mr. Brand," the, judge declared, "I
will call at your office tonight at 9
o'cloek. Judith, I am ready to ge
now."
The couple drew apart in confusion.
Site walked away slowly from her'de-
er. tier eyes wet with tears. She went
out of the r.om with tac'r father, leav-
Ing Wheeler
Brand standing
in the middle of
the room, over- �.;' + '•,.
conte by the un- ik4t
conquerable sor-
row that filled
his soul,
The towering
figure of Nolan
appeared from
the library. He
stepped toward
the editor.
"Well, did you
pat it through?"
he asked.
Brand threw
back his head,
and his misery
was imprinted in
every Hue of his face. Yet by super
human will, power he forced his voice
into steadiness as he saki:
"Yes—I put it through."
"I put ft through."
CHAPT1Tt IT.
T I o'clock in the Maw -Wing
editor's room in the Advance
building Wheeler Br,incl and
three other' men, Howard
Hartley, Jett' Thorne, staff reporters,
and I•iili, their much browbeaten un-
derstudy, were-indltstriously at work.
At one side of the office diagonally
from the managing editor's desk was
a high mahogany desk which hacked
against a wooden partition which cut
off a small room used as a "morgue,"
the place where newspaper and maga-
tine clippings are kept for reference. )
Through the partition a round hole
about eve inches in diameter had been
cut with a handsaw, and on a table in
the morgue a camera had been rested
with the telescopic protuberance con-
taining
ontaining the lens projecting through the
hole in the partition into a private
mail box directly above the desk. The
door of this box, into Which were
placed letters arriving fot the manage
ing editor luting his absenee, had
been un1oeked. A line of :shoe thread
bad beets fastened to the door Of the
box and eittended down behind the
desk to the floor and across to the
left haled side of Brand's desk. A
slight tug on the thread Would, cause
the door Of the Mail box tt" open, ex-
1 posing to the lens Brand's desk, his
chair andantithet • chat. Which had
their d
been placed at the right of the desk
nett to the telephone.
Ii or several minute* the myster1Oue
preparations went on. Jest what they
Meant no one but Brand could tell,.
and he Wan' strangely, slier ekcept as
to directing what should be done.
Hartley Was anxious to make Oc.r-'
tarn that the lens aitned directly at
Brand's nests. eie measured the line
with his eye.
"Get it?" called Jeff.
"No, not•yet. Wait a minute," How-
ard answered, dodging around quickly
toward the little "morgue." "1haven't
got the'focus right yet. Hold our
Jeff lighted a match, beld it up and
stood between the two chairs,
"How's that?" be cried.
The answering voice came back.
"Yes; that's the very thing. It's all
right now."
Brand stepped forward from a cor-
ner of the room from whence be had
been watching the final preparations.
for the strange event that was to occur.
"Are you all set now, bees?" he
asked. "Is your camera in the right
place for the flashlight?"
"Yes, sir!" cried defy and Howard si-
multaneously.
"The flashlight is planted here, sir,"
said Howard, pointing to a narrow pan
"Pira hungry."
in a shadowed spot on top of the ma-
hogany desk and close to the lens.
"Have you tested this?" asked Brand.
"Yes, sir."
"Be careful, sir, or you'll explode
the flash," warned Jeff as Brand light-
ed
ighted a match to ascertain the location
of the powder.
"Go into room 4, boys, and wait till
I send for you," directed Brand.
Jed' and Howard went out Brand
went to his desk as the office boy,
Durkin, entered.
"Joe Dillon's here," said the lad.
"Drunk?"
"Just one over,"
"Broke?"
"Sures" The boy grinned.
Dillon, one of the "has-beens" char-
acteristic of the type that prey on the
newspaper men at night in the big
cities, would ordinarily have received
short shrift from a busy man like
Brand, but Dillon, an ex -newspaper
reporter, had once given Brand, when
u beginner, some valuable pointers,
which the now managing editor had
never forgotten.
"Tell him to come in," ordered Stand
He reached for the ofiiee telephone
and called the night city editor. "The
Patriot has got the town skinned on
shipping." he said. "Do you know
who's doing it for them? Well, I think
you'd better hire him,"
Joe Dillon wandered in.
"Good evening, Mr. Brand," he said
weakly. Durkin, who bad summoned
bin, followed him in.
"Well. Joe, what is it?"
"Wait a minute, Durkin. Got a
story for is, Joe?" queried Brand sym-
patbetically.
Dillon staggered forward.
"Bettor sit down," cautioned Brand.
"Same old story, eh?"
"No. I'm hungry,"
"Durkin, go gat one hot roast beef
sandwich and a big pot of black cof-
fee and see, that he gets thent"
"Yes, sir." The lad sped away after
dexterously catching a t]tiatter which
Brand tossed him.
"I wish I was gohlg in there to work
with the boys instead of eating char-
ity grub," began Dillon plaintively. "I
know you mean all right, Mr. Brand,
i've tried and tried again to fight it
off, but It's useless. 1 can't It's too
tate. I'in a dead one: The hard stuff,
the five Cent whielty, baa get me. Vote
never heard tiow this thing started,
did you, lir. Brand if it hadn't
been tor my •wife" .
"Oh, cut it butt" cried Brand, and
Millon sbembled out of the room.
r tens hurried in, He had beeont
night editor when the shakeup. rte;
eurre'at the Mae of Brand's promo-
tion.
""Young Bobble poOlittle pinohed
again for speeding," he rattled off..
"Three show girls is the auto, All of
'em lit up, Bobbie weeping because
the girls had to miss the theater, and
ilia mother's at me all evening to
IMP it out, What'll 1 dor
Beend leased back and smiled,.
"Well, It was on her account We kept
gut his partial elopement wttlther
lerench male and the time be kissed
the head Walter at the St, Honore hotel
in lieu of a tip, and I guess—well, print
title one, It may help brace hila ep,"
"Qli,,,and that disappearance ease,"
reminded Downs, "The girl's come
back --old gag, visiting her friende in
Jersey, but she's been off en the suit
ease circuit all right"
"Herne AM?" Jerked the Managing
editor.
,"Yep
"Think she'll stay there?"
"She might."
"Well, she can't•if we print this, so
let's forget it."
"But we'''e had a man on it two
days," persisted Downs, "We're the
only paper that's got it,"
"Well, we won't be the one to kick
her down," pronounced Brand, turning
his head away to end the conversation.
"Ali right, just as you say."
The telephone bell rang. Brand took
off the receiver.
"Hello! Tell Mr, Dupuy "I'm busy!"
he cried after taking the message.
"What? Send him in. That's all,
Downs. See that they take care of
Dillon, will you?"
The night editor nodded in the af-
firmative and gazed rather, curiously
at Brand as be went out.
Dupuy came into Brand's office with
a utast circumspect and deferential air,
Dressed in evening clothes, carrying
his silk hat in his hand and with, a
boutonniere of hothouse violets in his
lapel, he gave every indication of be-
ing the society figure that his name
and wealth had made possible for him.
The lawyer lobbyist waltzed directly
to the desk at which Brand was seat-
ed. In reply to the managing editor's
salutation he bowed stiffly and leaned
forward over the desk.
Several moments elapsed before Du-
puy spoke. He was trying to put his
opening words to the most jndirious
language, aud well tie might hesitate
when one considers the nature or his
evil errand,
0 "The gentleman who was coming to
sce you tonight," at last he said care-
fully, "has bad to go to the opera with
his dnu„hter. He has asked Inc to
come in his stead,"
An extiression of complete bewilder,
meat spread over the other's fare.
"A geutletnau? What gentleman:a"
he interrrogeted.
Dupuy was motlentarily nonplused.
"Why, the gentleman who—ash, with
whom you made an appointment for J
o'clock this evening—here—at your of-
"lice,"
Brand still refused to show his hand.
"1 should be very glad to bear what
you have to say, Mr. Dupuy, hut.
frankly. 1 don't know what you are
driving at,"
The visitor was annoyed. FIe was
positive that Bartelmy would not send
him, on a wild goose errand. eurely
the judge and Brand had come to
terms regarding the silence of the Ad
Vance as to the ezinsing iron case de•
vision. The editor was playing with
him now, he knew—dangling him on a
verbal hook to tantalize him.
"Oh, come, you know who 1 mean—
linrtetmy!" snapped the judge's despi-
cable tool.
"Judge Bartelmy!" exclaimed Brand
in surprise. "Well, what about him?"
Dupuy produced a card, which the
editor glanced at.
"What's this?" he asked. Then be
read: "'Dupuy will represent me.' In
what?"
He started to put the card in his
pocket.
"Perhaps you would better let me
have that so I can return it to,him."
Dupuy reached eagerly for the card,
which Brand slowly extended to him.
"This refers to that transaction of
which you and he were speaking this
afternoon," continued the lawyer.
Brand laughed loudly.
"Well, Dupuy, I'm a poor hand at
guessing riddles. I give it up. What's
the answer?"
The lawyer became impatient
"The transaction involving the—ah—,
e investment --of a certain—sum of
oney," he explained haltingly.
th
m
"A business deal I was going into
with the judge?" in amazement.
"Precisely."
"If I had any business with the
judge, Dupuy, 1 would prefer to do it
with the judge."
"But I am his plenip0tentlary."
"Minn. mime" grunted Brand nega-
tively.
"You are rather unreasonable,
Brand." A wearied and hopeless look,
began to show in the lawyer's visage,
The young editor noted this and re-
solved to temporize with ttnd exasper-
ate this man whom he despised above
all others, even above Bartelmy hint-
sett. Batrtetmy, believed Brand, even;
if he was a scoundrel, actually„ bad
superior mental ability, wan a brilliant;
thinker and acted boldly in many of
his dishonest transaetlons on the bench.
But Dupuy—he was to Breed the bang•
ee-on, the skulker, the vandal jackall
that devoured corpses in the night that(
braver animals had fought and killed,
byday. His a es blink'
y { y ed in the Ilgl11,i
did Danny's. It was !n the under
ground runways that he toutsed the,
swiftest And as 'theee thoughts sped
thebugh his brain the editor 10441
away absently.
Danny tante hot on his trail.
"Shell t make an • appolntnient ;with`
}rim for you, say, tomor ttie tnerning?tj
b6 asutl6usiy quested ef the uAwtiAapre',
tiSartn. i
"I dent Care."
'1iienyx'11
da. it!! heea#ddeciile*'
and inoveci away from the desk, 04 314
us saw that Ira*$ Wats rte'
indifferent. H.
returned to the
desk. ""Tilinga'
will remota sta-'
tionary until'
then?' he naked.'
"Things never
remain station-,
arp in a newspas
per office," re,.
sponged the mark,
aging editor Ia,
conically.
"What l: mean'
is that there'
Would be no's
story—er—abotpt,
him until you see.
him.."
"I don't know
What you are talking about."
"Can we let it go over for one day?"
"I don't know what you are talking
about"
"You insist on his coming here pee-
sonally?"
"Of course 1 don't. I don't insist on
anything.:
"How mucb time have we got''
"He knows all about that."
Dupuy was immeasurably relieved`
at this last remark. It was the first
time that Brand had indicated that:
Bartelmy and he had bad an engage-
ment. •
"Mr, Brand, I can almost assure yo*
that my client will keep his appoint
ment." The lawyer's voice rang out
firmly.
The editor nodded carelessly toward`
the speaker, who spun on his heel and
speedily strode away. The telephone
bell sounded. Brand bent over quickly.
-"Hello! Who—oh, yes, Mr. Nolan.
No, sir, not yet, but I think we'll have
him landed ail right in about' half an
hour. Please don't worry about it.
It'll be all right. Just go away and
hide somewhere for they'll be doing.
the baby act as quick as 1 trap him,
and you'll be squee'ed to death before
we get to press. You promised me this
chance. You want to know what's go-
ing on? Well, where will you be?
Triple 3 Plaza. Get oti the wire, Miss
Stowe. Yes. Air. Nolan, they cut in
on u$. I'll call you up later."
"4 baseness deal."
CHAPTER X.
RAND hung up the telephone
receives' with an nasions ex-
"` pression on his face. "Nolan
must keep away from this." he
rt111tet'ed tensely. "Let Min taken train
or go to sleep or bury ' himself if he
wants to. If liarteltny or Dupuy gets
bold ut bite after I've shown nay hand
there'll be the aua'rry d-1 to lay.
anti if they find bias they might sac-
t•et•a trt coaxing— i wonder if A-otan tort!
.'>1olf; 1 a•ondrr if Aolon will stick," he
kelt repenting over anti over to himself.
The n4;1 -4e of voices Pulsed !n indigna-
tion taut;- in upon tutu from the outer
hall at his right. "Oh, that's a ebest-
nut." some one cried; "he's always out,
ahvitys wlteni c•otne."
The editor glanced around and saw
Sylvester Nolan leading in his friend
Powell, the poet.
-You're not out. are you, old man?"
asked young Nolan of Brand. "Wbo'a
that sly duck that tried to keep nze
from coming in?"
"I'm sorry, Nolan; I'm very busy to-
night, and you'll have to excuse we.
I'm very busy."
"Brandy, old boy, I came in on bu.ti-
ness. Want to get a job for my friend
Powell here. He's a poet" He drag-
ged the wan eyed rhymester up to
Brand's desk.
The editor.looked Powell over.
"We don't carry poets on the pay-
rotis," he grunted.
"But just look at this one. Po -
wow, let Mr. Brand see your ode to the
opening of the Omaha exposition. He
went in'the competition with this."
Powell handed the poem to Brand.
. "And I see he came out with it,"
snorted the newspaper man,
"Yes, sir," agreed Powell faintly.
"People haven't time for poetry,"
commented Brand.
"That's what I've been trying to tell
Powow," put in Sylvester. "He want
born after his time."
"How would you like to be a report-
er?" asked the editor. .
Powell's eyes gleamed with a sickly
color that showed that he was en,
thnse�-... ...
"A reporter? Oh, yes, sir,"' be said.
Brand took down the phone.
"Hello! Give me night city editor,
please. Hello! That you? I've got a
cub here natued Powell. Please give
hen a week's trial. Report to city ed.
cor.''
"Where Is he, Sir?" asked Powell,
bewildered,
"You're a reporter now. A'ind out"
"Yes, sir." lie started toward the
ball door.
"Over bete, t'owowl" cried Sylves-
ter, leading him in the opposite direc-
tion.
Joe Dillon now added to the man-
aging editor's troubles by again edit-
ing into the office.
"Thank you. Mr. Brand," he began.
"Could you spare thea little car fare?"
Brand tossed him a quartet. "Never
maid now," be said. "Say, Joe, go otit
With that cub tonight It wilt give
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