Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1910-01-26

telmy and Dupuy might In some way
persuade Nolan to order the sensational
bribery story killed. this many sided
young man found the time to bother
with the fantastic young poet reporter
ard bis fantastic first article.
Madeline jerks, eh?" commented
Brand, turning over the pages. swell.
the first place you mention her name
is on page 8"
He plucked off the first two pages
and threw them on the floor. Powell
WINGED painfully at the massacre of
his first reportorial offspring. ''Begin
there" said Brand. Powell lunged
downward to rescue bis first two
pages, but Brand kicked them away
from him. ''Where'd she live?" he
next asked.
Powell clasped his hands and gazed
plaintively at the ceiling.
"Over chop suey cafe, sir"
Number and street?"
'"Two forty-three and half West
Pearl street."
Brand threw away two more pages,
Powell watching him anxiously the
while.
Put that next. Here. Madeline
Jenks.'' Brand began to write, ian in
mate of 2431h West Pearl street. What
did she do?"
'She destroyed herself utterlyw the
new reporter walled.
Brand went on writing.
lis she dead?"
eyes, SIR
"Shot and killed herself-when?"
''Tonight ut o O'clock
Brand wrote On.
Last night at 8 o'clock. Why?"
Powell answered very intensely:
"Oh. she could no longer face the
ghastliness of her existence. She knew
She
"She was weary of life in the
Streets"
II don't blame her." Brand CON-
mented to himself. He turned to
Powell. There's your story. Thirty
words-you had 5000. And remember
the story Of the creation was told in
600 words
Powell picked up the pages of his
story which Brand had discarded and
walked dejectedly away.
Mac" Brand ordered, here's a
dance hall suicide. Put it with local
brevities. will your
Had Brand at this moment been able
to see through the wall that separated
the composing room from the hall he
would have witnessed sight that
would have deprived him of some OF
the self possession that marked his
present demeanor. A figure clad in an
elaborate evening gown crept softly
up the stairway. stood irresolutely at
the landing and then turned into the
managing EDITORS Office. Judith Bar
telmy probably never looked more
beautiful in her life than she did that
night. A flush Of excitement enhanced
the soft allurement of her exquisite
features. and the low cut neck of her
sleeveless gown completed picture
OF feminine loneliness that, innocently
enough on her part, was admira bly,
adapted to the purpose Judge Bartelmy
had in his unprlnclpled mind when he
sent her to the Advance Office. You
are my only hope.' he had told her
after Dupuy had at first failed to 10.
cate Nolan. "You must go and plead
with Wheeler Brand or else am
ruined. Your father will be ruined alb
solutely." At the sight of her fathers
emotion and yielding to the fervent
pleadings Of her only living parent
she had willingly consented to under.
take the mission. Unpleasant though
she knew it would be, she believed 1t
her duty to stand by in his hour of
dire need the father whom she loved,
the father whom she did not know.
As she entered the Office and paused
In conjecture as to just how she would
proceed she heard footsteps hurriedly
ascending the stairs, and, withdra wing
into shadow in a corner, she saw
Michael Nolan and Mrs. Nolan cross
the hall and disappear into the com.
posing room.
'"Thank heaven"' she murmured fer
vently. "They will stop this story.
which father says is horrible lie.''
Wheeler Brand will never forget-he