The Irish standard., 1910-06-04
Ga Brand and walked Indignantly

IRON TIE EOOul.
Wheeler Brand. daZed. heartsick
and discouraged and torn by the emo
lions that welled within him. leaned
helplessly against the desk. After all,
he reasoned. what did it all matter!
There were lots of evil men in the
world. always had been. always would
be. What harm would it do il one dis
honest Judge were allowed to go un-
nolested. even IL he happened to be
United States Judge? Surely there
were other dishonest judges. and he
could not drive, all of then, off the
bench mo. indeed. And. moreover.
this thankless task he had shouldered
would if he succeeded rob him Of the
girl he loved. 1t would rob him Of the
love of the girl who loved him.
Then the thought of the enthusiasm
that had buoyed him as he wrote the
story that had exposed Judge Bartel-
my came to him and chung to him. The
inspiration in doing a strong. mans
work for the public good enthused the
spirit Of Wheeler Brand. captured his
soul. The steady light burped once
more in his eyes. He shook himself
together-fastened his old time grip on
himself. As for judith. he would do
his duty. and he would win her yet.
When the managing editor of the Ad-
vance re-entered his office aud walked
briskly toward his desk he found
Wheeler Brand looking eagerly over a
notebook which. quite unknown to Nc
Henry. contained the data for an ar
ticle on the Lansing Iron case even
more damaging to Judge Bartel1ny than
the one already printed.
We'll. did you settle it?" asked Nc
Henry.
Brand looked up and started toward
the door.
"Yes. SIR" he answered, and he was
gone.
At this juncture Downs. the city ed
itor. came into the managing editors
room. He addressed McHenry rapidly.
water main burst on Morton street;
drowned seven dago kids in the base
ment OF tenement; mothers. scrub
women, gone out to work aud locked
them in; water rising" He drew close
to the desk. Children, climbing stairs
to escape. found huddled in each 9TH
er's arms on top step. drowned! All
but the youngest hanging on to
string Of beads; must have died pray
ing"
The managing editors face immedi-
ately lightened. and he pounded his
desk enthusiastically.
Good: Good: By glory, that's a
dandy! That saves our lives! Now
we'll have paper tomorrow! Well
60 the limit on this. Did you send
photographer"
"Yes. sir, did"
McHenry seized the office telephone.
"Night editor! Oh. hello! Cut three
columns more out Of those shavings.
We've got live one. Seven dago kids
drowned. First time they ever saw
water in their lives. Run three col
umns!" He hung up the receiver and
turned to the city editor
Put in three leads and make 1t
stick out like sore thumb. And. say.
put in black faced bulletin saying
the Advance will receive subscriptions
for their families"
Durkin entered with bundle of
proofs.
And. say, Downs" added McHenry,
sprint in bold faced type that the Adj
vance will start the subscription with
$780,"
"Mr. Dupuy is downstairs" announc-
ed Durkin.
| The managing editor could not sup
press sour expression which crept
across his face. "Dupuy. eh?" he
grunted half audibly. wonder what
he wants around here now? He's a
regular buttinski.",
McHenry knew Dupuy in business
way. knew he was counsel for several
of the big mercantile establishments
which advertised in the Advance and
that the lawyer had represented vari-
GUS corporations at the state capital.
swell. l suppose I'll have to see him."
he finally resolved. ''Show MIR. Dupuy
In" he called to the boy.
"Good evening"" was Dupuy's greet
ing to McHenry as be entered and
placed his overcoat on a chair.
Good evening, Mr.. Dupuy. What
can do for you:" The visitor seated
himself at the right of McHenry's
desk.
"McHenry," began Dupuy decidedly,
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