The Newark star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1909, 1909-09-10
| his office a half hour ago.

in his office a half hour ago
Success at any cost! Yes, that was
the way she had put it. Well, and why
not? Was not that the modern idea
the spirit of the age? And should he
hold a mere slip of a girl responsible
for putting into words what every
thinks? Ridiculous!
And the United States Senate was her
conception of greatness! All, that was
for Thorne! The organization, the
brewers, the railroads, would SEM him
there-buy him the job! Yes, her
friend Thorne would be a success,
achieve greatness; while he, William
Murgatroyd, would likely at the expira-
ton of his present term of office to
find himself dead politically, become a
cipher professionally as we'll.
Presently the waiter brought his
luncheon, None Of the dishes suited
him; the servant was taken to task;
the, head waiter was summoned; the
dishes were changed, Inc still they did
not taste right. Finally muttering to
himself comments derogatory to the
clubs cuisine, Murgatroyd pushed away
his plate, lit a cigar and fastened out
of the building.
Lost in an abyss of depression he
sank YEARLY into the seat at his desk.
1t was thus that McGrath found him
when he entered to announce that he
had brought down Pemmican.
Murgatroyd stared at him DULY.
"Pemmican?" he repeated. "Whc
the deuce is Pemmican?''
"Thunderation!" burst from the lips
of McGrath. why, your star witness
in the Challoner easel"
This brought Murgatroyd to earth.
well, don't bring him in" he said
impatiently; I'll ring when l want
you"
McGrath was dumfounded. In fact,
his establishment at his superior's evil
dent Discrimination to proceed imme-
diately with the examination of Penn
mican was such that it came very near
to making him forget that there was
another reason for his presence there.
Another lady to see you, counsellor
said McGrath half-apologetically. ITS
Mrs. Challoner this time
Murgatroyd looked up quickly.
Mrs. Challoner! Why didn't you
say so before? Show her in at once!'
And as that person came through the
door Murgatroyd rose and went for
ward to meet her, saying:
How do you do. Mrs. Challoner? If
you a let me know that you wished
TO see me, l should have been glad to
call on you. What can / do for you %
For a I'M Mrs. Challoner did no
answer, but looked suspiciously about
to see whether any n else was pres
ent.
"Mr. Murgatroyd, I do not wish IL
to be known that L have come here
she began, as she dropped into a chair:
She looked haggard, pale and worn
Her manner the tone of her voice. a,
once indicated to the prosecutor thal
she was laboring under some sup
pressed excitement. 1t was a situation
not at all to his liking, and he
watched her narrowly while she pro.
ceeded:
II have come to see what can be dom
for my husband"
Miss B~loodgood was here a shor
time ago on the same errand," he OBJ,
served, to put her at ease.
Miss B~loodgood!' Amusement leaned
into tine young wife's tired. brown eyes
"She did not tell me she was coming
but that's just like her-she never tell,
half the good things she does. She's
friend-indeed, Shirley's a good friend ;
There was an embarrassing pause il
which both were silent. APPARENT,
she was nerving herself to go on. Pres
emily courage came, and she said.
"Will you tell me, please, what m,
husbands chances are?"
Every man is supposed to be inno
cent until he is proven guilty
But first as last, / may as well inform
you, Mrs. Challoner, that / can do moth
ing, absolutely nothing for you. You
husband must stand trial."
Yes, yes, ! know But you don
quite understand. The man was no
hhmse1f. Surely you must know that