Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1910-03-04
CHAPTER XIII.

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Ed that was to reveal Bartelmy
E8E&A1 in his true light. was inter-
rupted ono more-this time by the en-
trance of the greenish hued face of the
poet reporter. Powell.
You sent for me. sir?' asked the
new scribe.
$50 you've covered a suicide?" said
Brand.
"Powow's" eyes rolled wildly. He
clasped his hands and his knees shook
In his horror at what he had learned.
"Oh. yessir-a terrible sight! | shall
dre-e-e-a-m of 1t. sir. 1t would take a
Dante to write of 1t. Oh, r.
what was this girls name?' asked
Brand in matter of fact ones.
Madeline"
Madeline whatY'
Her last name." the poet asked
dazedly. Il guess I don't remember.
nh. yes. 1t was Jenks-Madeline
Jenks!' He spoke feverishly.
Brand picked up the poets first
newspaper story and began to read it.
In spite of the high pressure of events
that night in the Advance office. in
spite of his ever present fear that Bar
relmy and Dupuy might In some way
persuade Nolan to order the sensational
bribery story killed. this many sided
ing man found the time to bother
b the fantastic young poet reporter
his fantastic first article.
r"Madeline jerks, eh?" commented
Brand, turning wei the pages. well,
the first place you mention her name
Is on page g."
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 his first two
pages, but Brand kicked them away
from him. "Where'd she liver" he
mex asked.
Powell clasped his hands and gazed
plaintively at the ceiling.
Over a chop suey cafe. sir"
Number and street,"
1.-Two forty-three and a 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, a in
mate of 243h West Pearl street. What
did she do?'
"She destroyed herself utterlyp' the
new reporter walled.
Brand went on writing.
lis she dead?'
"Yes, sir"
"Shot and killed herself-whenY
Tonight at 8 o'clock"
Brand wrote on.
Last night at 9 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"
Il don't blame her." Brand COM
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, there'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 a sight that
would have deprived him of some or
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 a picture
of feminine loveliness that. innocently
enough on her part. was admiral bly,
adapted to the purpose Judge Bartelmy
hid in his ~unprincipled mind when he
81 Mt her to the Advance office. You
a e my only hope" he had told her
after Dupuy had at first failed to To-
cate Nolan. You must go and plead