Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1910-04-05
ed his seat.


II should think you'd have good
many lawsuits" she suggested.
"Oh, 10; not many. We 80 UP to the
line, but we try not to step over it,"
He picked up several newspapers from
his desk. For misunderstanding
the papers-"I don't think your father
will feel inclined to sue u.s." He rose
as IL to end the interview.
Judith, however, was not to be thus
disposed Of.
II don't want to detain you" she re-
marked. but should like to ask you
who was responsible for that article"
She seated herself in chair which
McHenry indicated.
I'VE never tell the nama of our writ
ers." answered the managing editor.
Her father had automatically 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.
lis Mr.. Brand in the Office nOw?' she
asked.
"Yes. think So"
would it be possible for me to see
him"
why. yes. if you wish. I'll send
for him"
McHenry summoned the boy~ and
told him to TASK Mr.. Brand to come
in"
We've noticed"-she hesitated-"all
his friends have noticed that he's be-
coming very radical lately" Judith
rose from the chair and stepped nerv-
ously toward the EDITORS 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 l don't want to disturb you.
Can't go to his Officer"
He hasn't got any Office. and they're
all punched in the local room IN their
shirt sleeves smoking. You wouldn't
like it. We haven't reception ROOM"
McHenry laughed as he spoke.
In his shirt sleeves. rolled to his ell
bows, with quick steps and squared
shoulders. Wheeler Brand. one Of the
ablest men on the city staff OF the
Advance. strobe into the office Of the
managing editor through the door lead
ing from the city and telegraph rooms.
Eyes, SIR" he greeted McHenry.
Then he stopped short both in his
steps and in his speech. He had
caught sight Of the managing editors
visitor. "Why. Judith" he gasped.
"What in heavens name are you doing
here? r. At this point words failed
him. and he stood staring at her, with
his breast heaving violently as the re-
suit 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
no longer necessary.
Miss Bartelmy has asked to see you
for few minutes" he said. rising and
starting toward a door. You may
talk here" A handful Of proof sheets
rustled in his grasp as he disappeared.
Wheeler Brand started toward the
girl.
us there anything the matter?'' he
queried anxiously.
She hesitated before answering.
Then she spoke determinedly.
Eyes: two things. First. you did not
come to my reception this afternoon;
secondly. there is that article about
father this morning."
81 couldn't get off from the office to
attend the reception. and ! am awful
ly sorry" he protested. But as for
the story about your father-well. did
he send you here?"
mo. he didn't send me. but
couldn't help seeing how disturbed he
was. and
"Then he knew you were com!ns?'
"Why. yes" Judith was trying hard