Willmar tribune., 1909-12-22
might possibly observe that the Judge

to make few explanations which
would be received with uEdoubted in.
terest by the public. The young edi-
tors suit for the hand of Judith Bar
telmy might be said, since we are
dealing with judges family. to be in
statu quo. She was still waiting for
him ito become sane as she had ex-
pressed herself to him. A girl of lofty
principles and of decided strength Of
character. 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 fathers side in the
momentous case of JUDGE BAR
TELMY VERSUS THE PEOPLE,
WHEELER BRAND AND THE AD-
VANCE"
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 proprietor of the
paper to hand him a statement of the
Advances progress, to discuss mat
ters of 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 it's 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 crafty her ambitions as
we'll as those of his daughter. The
fortune he had plucked from Nevada's
finty bosom enabled him to be gener-
GUS, and he smiled approvingly on ev-
cry new extravaganza 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 fitting vantage ground
from which to wage war of dollars
against the precipitous embellishments
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 single member of the magic realm
Of "the aristOcracy" was necessary to
send monogrammed coaches in long
lines to the Nolan doors, to fill the cost
" rooms with distinguished faces, to
fill to overfowing with happiness the
yearning heart of Mrs. Michael Nolan.
But the word had not yet been spo-
ken.
1t 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 string
orchestra stationed in the conserva-
tory ceased. She addressed servant
who stood at attention at door at the
right which led to the dining room.
"Pitcher," she said discouragedly, Il
don't think any one else will come, so
tell the musicians they can CO."
Eyes, Miss Phyllis"
At this point Mrs. Nolan came storm
ing in, carrying a huge bunch of hot
house grapes in her hand.
| "Pitcher, l noticed those caterer men
are drinking all the champagne, and
want it stopped" she ordered loudly.
Pitcher bowed and went out.
| "If our guests won't come here to
drink it, at least we will drink it our
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
protested.
The mother bit grape from the
bunch. She deposited the skin and
stones in a Sevres vase on the marble
mantel.
''Phyllis. what did you have to pay
that musician| she asked.
"Well, his price is thousand dol
lars"
"Good graciousv'
"But got him for $3.50. 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."
1T seems there wasn't nobody wild
enough to come here.''
"There wasn't anybody" spoke
Phyllis. correcting her mother.
SWELL, was there?' retorted the
mother as she dropped the grape skin
in another vase.
"Oh, DEAR" Phyllis walled disconso-
lately as she seated herself before a
small stand, "don't rub it in, mamma!
can't help it."
"Now. who's blaming you, child?''
consoled the mother. 'There, don't
CRY. I'm not so disappointed about
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