The Irish standard., 1903-12-26


office at 1880 and gone to bed at his
home, about mile and half away.
sent for him. He refused to get out
of bed.
"I'll fetch him or make him lose his
place" said my friend, the ex-sheriff.
Jumping into his buggy he drove rapid
ly away, and in half an hour Mr.. Oper-
ator. as mad as wet hen, was at the
key plugging away on my story, which
got red and pale by turns as he pecked
off the manuscript. l could see that
he was amazed, dumfounded, "paral-
wed" And well he might be! l
learned afterward that he was q
protege of the murderer.
In my story | boldly named Brad
we'll, chief constable of the county, as
the murderer. In a green reporter that
was unwise; in an old stager it would
have been high crime. Bradwell was
the leading politician and Office hold
er in all that part of the country, as
well as the richest man Whereabouts
He had charming wife and several
beautiful children, and was withal the
most prominent Of the villages citi-
Zens.
The eN-sheriff took me to hotel and
turned in for the night at about two
o'clock, as hungry as dog and as
tired as a spring feeling. Conscious
of a good days work, slept the sleep
of just man made perfect. What is
hunger to u reporter who has just done
splendid murder" and has only one
object on earth at the moment, name
ly. seeing the paper next morning?
I was aroused by a frightful banging
at my door, which had bolted on re-
firing. In a sort of half-stupor I
opened it. Three men entered. One
introduced himself as justice of the
peace, and the others were officers of
the law. They made no hesitation in
apprising me of the nature of their
visit
wise-looking behind great goggles, had
my paper in his hand, which shook as
il with palsy.
In a few words he told me that had
made serious mistake in naming as
the murderer of the man in the cram
berry bog Mr.. Bradwell, who was en-
tirely above suspicion.
looked at the paper. The story, in
double-leaded minion-how dear to the
reporters heart is double-leaded min
ion!-began on the last column of the
first page, with "stud-horse heads"
and made nearly two columns on the
second page. 1t was hot stuff! The
name of Bradwell, the murderer" ap-
peared three or four times.
Great Caesars ghost! What an aw-
full thing is cold type! 1t was glorious
to write that man down a murderer
with lead pencil on a sheet of copy
paper. | was then sleuth, hot on
the trail, as eager as a hound after
fox. But to see it all in big, black,
cold type! Whew!
And what fool in the Office had
dared pass such statements? Was it
not violating every rule Of the paper
to call a man murderer before his
conviction? Did we not always use
alleged" even when there was not
the shadow of doubt of his guilt?
Great goodness me!
eve have come to inform you that
you'd better not go on the streets Of
this town to-day" said the justice.
"Your life is in danger. You are the
writer Of this article?" he added.
II am" 1 said bravely; "and I'll
guarantee every word of it"
ut can't be true, young man. Brad
we'll never committed crime in his
life. 1t amt in the man. He's the
leader here in all that's good and no.
Bile, church, Sunday school, charity,
hospitals-in everything. You've got
the whole town stirred up" 49,.
Where's Bradwell?"
He's standing at the corner with a
double-barreled shotgun, and you're a
dead man the instant you show your
head"
But he doesn't know me at sight.
Besides, gentlemen, you are not doing
your duty"
l turned seriously upon the two Of
fcers.
This man should be in Jail. He
must be Jailed immediately"
But there amt no charge against
him. said the justice. "How can We
arrest an innocent man."
| was mpatient-madly so.
mo charge? No charge? Do you
suppose that paper you hold in your
hand stands for idle gossip? With S.
100000 behind it, do you suppose It
would stand for your statement that
its clear, open, direct charge of guilt
against this Bradwell is no charger"
You should have seen the three look
at each other. realized my advantage
and pursued it.
"Bradwell stands charged with muir
der, gentlemen. and you will be held &C
countable if he should escape"
got up to dress.
What would you adviser" asked the
justice.
"Why, sir, there is but one thing to
do. No matter how unpleasant may be
the duty, you are sworn to uphold the
law and to vindicate it. Arrest Brad
we'll Immediately and lock him up.
He is making great big bluff. He's
a bigger man than you are. and that's
why you are afraid of him.
They conyersed in whispers as I got
into my clothes.
"OGlcers." said. solemnly. do your
duty If Bradwell is innocent he will
have his revenge upon those who have
accused him, and you will be absolved.
If suilty-and he is guilty!--you will
have covered yourselves with glory as