The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-01-05
THE FARMER: JANUARY ,. 1910

l Advance. strode into the office of the l managing editor through the door lead 1 ing from the city and telegraph rooms. "Yes. sir" he greeted McHenry
 Then he stopped short both in his
 steps and ill bis speech. He had
 caught sight of the managing editors
 visitor. Why. Judith.' he gasped.
 What in heavens name are you doing
 here? I"- At this point words failed
 him. and he stood staring at her, with
 bis 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.
 1 McHenry thought that the moment
 had arrived when his presence was no longer necessary. l Miss Bartelmy has asked to see you 1 for few minutes" he said. rising and
 starting toward a door. You may talk here" A handful of proof sheets rustled ill his grasp as be disappeared.
 Wheeler Brand started toward the girl.
 "Is there anything the matterY he l gueried anxiously.
 l She hesitated before answering. Then she spoke determinedly.
 ''Yes: two things. First. you did not come to my reception this afternoon; secondly. there is that article about l father this morning." "I couldn't get off from the office to l attend the reception. and am awful l ly sorry" he protested. But as for
 the story about your father-well. did
 he send you here?' ! ''No. he didn't send me. But I l was. and"-
 "Then he knew you were coming" 1 "Why, yes" Judith was trying hard to understand what he meant by seek ing out her fathers Knowledge of her present mission. one which was to her decidedly unpleasant. i Wheeler was plainly impressed, and unfavorably so. at the girls reply. 1 "Oh." he ejaculated disappointedly. l The quickly thinking girl detected the significant tone of the newspaper writer's reply and hastened to ex- plain.
 Il heard my father say at dinner that he feared there would be another attack tomorrow" she said. and hoped through you to prevent it's pub- lication and to make the Advance apologize for what it said this morn ing. l don't see how your paper dares to publish such things" "But, Judith" he answered, 'we couldn't dodge a story as big as that We had to print it. That's what we're here for''
 But she was still insistent
 "Oh, of course, print the story, but mean the insinuation all through. , Why, by using such unfair means newspapers can bring discredit on any one. Mr. McHenry refused to apolo- ], gize. He wouldn't even tell me who wrote it. Do you knowy Brand gave a violent start. At first. in her present mood he hardly dared answer the girl With determined effort he pulled himself together and answered her question.
 "Yes, know who wrote it."
 "Who?" Judith leaned toward him, gazing intently into his eyes. II wrote if" "-he announced. Judith started back aghast. <
 "You. Wheeler? Why?' she cried hysterically.
 'I had no choice" He struggled to 1 maintain his grip on himself. You had no choicew
 Judith. when this Lansing Iron case first broke Ioose,'' Brand responded firmly. II saw straight off that it was one of the slickest-well. that there was big story in it. didn't know your father was involved in this at first. l just followed the path. and when l saw where it was leading me i, wanted to turn back because of you, but couldn't" He stopped for mo- ment. then went on: No. no. I could not t-even-for-you!"
 But it isn't loyal of you," was her response. Tt wasn't like you-to att