Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1910-02-17
which he hurled at the managing edi-

which he hurled mt the managing edi-
tor.
Pretty tough on a reporter to fire
him for scooplng' the town on big
story" said the managing editor.
"Oh, pshaw" grunted Dupuy.
A boy entered with card. Dupny
crossed to chair and picked up his
overcoat.
mfr. Nolan, sir" the lad announced.
with an amusing grimnce. He's the
new boss. and he's got couple o
mitts on i'm like Jim .Jefrries. Gee.
but I'll bet Nolan is there with tn
walop. all right
Dnpuy put his overcoat back on the
chair. His luck was still holding good.
he congratulated himself Here was
chance to made the acquaintance Of
the new owner Of the influential Ad-
vance, an opportunity to pave the
way possibly to secure future favors
from him for his clients when emer-
! gencies arose. Needless to say, emer
| gencies frequently arose TO disturb
the peace of mind Of the varieties Of
people who sought the versatile aid
of Mr.. Ed Dupuy. He turned to face
McIIenry and said:
"Oh, the new owner I'd like to
meet him. If you don't object I'll
wait" Dupuy seated himself at the
extreme left hand corner of the office
close to the rack containing files Of
! the daily papers He took down file
and began to 'ead. McHenry, laugh
ing at the patent anxiousness Of the
lawyer to meet Nolan. put on his coat.
A heavy step was heard. and the
bulky form of the new owner of the
Advance stood before the managing
editor.
II en- Mr.. McHcnry," explained the
latter
~ am Mike Nolan the newcomer
remarked bluntly.
At the sound OF the big mans big
voice Dupuy. whom Nolan had not
noticed in the corner. stirred and turn
ed his head to gain a better view OF
him. There was something familiar
in the ring Of that voice. There was
something familiar In the features
and the poise Of Mr.. Mike Nolan. Sure.
ly he had met him somewhere. He
pondered and pondered and finally
gave up the problem in disgust.
This is a nice looking place you've
got here he remarked TO McHenry.
That you've got sir"
A feminine voice from the outer
hallway was heard to excIaim breath.
lessly. II refuse to climb another step"
McIIenry turned inquiringly, where
upon Nolan explained: "My tamily's
just outside wanted them to see
me take possession" His voice was
tinged with pride. He stepped 10 the
door. Come in. mother" he called
gayly Mrs. Nolan, Il tall, well pro-
portioned brunette, attired in the cost.
Hest of imported garments. entered
the managing editors office with a
pronounced flourish. followed by the
two Nolan children. Sylvester and
Phyllis-the son about twenty-five
years old and the daughter probably
year or two younger, "Oh. mercy.
them stairs" exclaimed the mother.
eHuedNOTiHS W Cultu teI breath. NO
Ian presented his wife and son to Nc
Henry. Mrs. Nolan called to Phyllis
to draw near, This is my daughter,
Phyllis" she said she went to Bryn
Mawr." Phyllis and the managing ed
itor exchanged greetings. My son,
Sylvester" went on the mother proud
~. went to Harvard"
"Oh. you're Harvard man." spoke
McHenry to Sylvester. What class?
The son, logged in the latest fresh
man effects in the line Of sporty
clothes and drawing on an unllghted
cigarette. replied, 1900, 1910. 1911"
, Mrs. Nolan pointed at pile OF pa
pers lying on small desk II don't
see how you ever get time to read 'em
ALL" she addressed McHenry
"Oh, read flfty or sixty day
We've got 10 know what the other fel.
lows are doing