The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-01-10
THE FARMER: JANUARY 10, 1916

was yer soon to have an opportunity
 to make few explanations which
 would be received with undoubted ill.,
 terest by the public. The young edi-
 tors suit for the hand of Judith Bar
 teimy might be said. since we are
 dealing with judges family. to be in
 statu quo. She was still waiting for
 him ito become sane." as she had ex-
 pressed herself to hlm. A girl of lofty principles and of decided strength of
 character. she could not see his duty 1 from his viewpoint. Perhaps it was
 all quite natural, quite womanly. quite
 daughterly, that she should subscribe | absolutely to her fathers side in tho
 momentous case of "JUDiE BAR
 TELMY VERSUS THE PEOPLE,
 WHEELER BRAND AND THE AD- VANCE"
 She was loyal to her father, and she
 was trying to be loyal to her lover.
 and the task was becoming more and
 more difficult. Yet she waited. and Wheeler Brand waited. and each pray ed that the other would end the ordeal
 and heal two Breaking hearts
 1 Today we find Wheeler Brand pro- ceeding toward the luxurious Nolan 1 home on fashiona be residential thor oughfare to visit the proprietor of the l paper to hand him statement of the Advances progress. to discuss mat ! ters of editorial policy and to confer l regarding q certain development con- ! corning Judge Barteimy.
 | At tie Nolan home a reception had been announced. Hundreds of invita- i tions sent out. but the responses did l hot encourage Mrs. Nolan iD her So- 1 cia! aspirations. Society passed her :! by That was the whole story in
 brief. Society, as usual. was ever so 1 much pleased with itself and was too 1 busy to include Mrs. Nolan. Phyllis
 and Sylvester in it's diversions. The husband and father cared very little ] for society, had no time for it, but he ] fondly loved the courageous. warm
 hearted woman who had uncompIain- ingly shared with him the onerous l hardships of his early days. and it was i his desire to gratify her ambitions as well as those of his daughter. The 1 fortune he had plucked from Nevada's l finty bosom enabled him to be gener- ous. and he smiled approvingly on ev- cry new extravaganza of Mrs. Michael l Nolan. Therefore if she was socially ambitious she must have her way and
 be allowed to carry on her campaign for recognition in whatever fashion she ] chose. Certainly the home he had es- tablished was fitting vantage ground from which to wage war of dollars against the precipitous embellishments with which the city's Four Hundred 1 had encircled its camp. Paiatiai in i size. the Nolan residence was equally palatial in it's furnishings. and only the magic word fror, the magic lips of single member of the magic realm of ''the aristocracy' was necessary to send mOnogra mmed coaches in long lines to the Nolan doors. to fill the cost ly rooms with distinguished faces, to hll to overfowing with happiness the yearning heart of Mrs. Michael Nolan. 1 But the word had not yet been spo- l ken.
 1t was DOW late in the afternoon at the Nolan home. Phyllis walked across the drawing room. irritation plainly marking her pretty pink and white face. The music of a string orchestra stationed in the conserva l tory ceased She addressed a servant who stood at attention at door at the right which lea to the dining room. Pitcher" she said disrouragedly, 'I don't think any one else will come, so tell the musicians they can go."
 "Yes. Miss Phyllis" l At this point Mrs. Nolan came storm ing in. carrying a huge bunch of hot house grapes in her hand.
 Pitcher. noticed those caterer men are drinking all the champagne. and 1 want it stopped" she ordered loudly. Pitcher bowed and went out. "If our guests won't come here to drink it, at least we will drink it our selyes." Mrs Nolan announced to Phyi- lis Well. we have done it--sent out 400 cards. and who's been here that anybody wants to see? This is the second time we've gone to all this trouble and expense for nothing and nobody. and if you'll take my advice it will be the last"
 Mamma. Pitcher will hear," the girl protested. The mother bit a grape from the Ouucu. SI0 uepOSlttd lue Shlb anu stones in a Sevres vase on the marble mantel.
 Phyllis what did you have to pay l that musician"' she asked.
 Well. his price is thousand dol l lars."
 Good graciousr'
 But got him for $750. promised l the Advance would help him."
 Seven fifty for playing twice. I'd ] rather hear the band" Mrs. Nolan bit | off another grape.
 You don't understand. mamma. Ev- 1 arybody's wild over that violinist."
 'It seems there wasn't nobody wild l enough to come here.'
 There wasn't anybody" spoke Phyllis. correcting her mother.
 "Well. was there"' retorted the mother as she dropped the grape skin in another vase.
 "Oh. dear" Phyllis walled disconso lately as she seated herself before a