Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1910-01-26


sapidly the words. sentences and para
graphs Of the Bartelny beat" and
the other stories which had to be
crowded into the mail edition." Brand
was in his little room at the right.
reading the proof Of the introduction
Of the account OF the accusation of the
United States judge. which introduce
ton he had chosen to write himself.
McHenry. the deposed managing ed
itor and now Brands assistant. was at
the forms with the makeup men.
A boy rushed in with a cut for Nc
Henry. The busy editor squinted at
it and waved the boy to one side.
"Why do they send us this baled hay
when we've got u live one" he said
disgustedly.
Downs came in from the city room.
THAT Clinton street fire is getting
better every minute" he said to Nc
Henry. I'VE ought to have ut least
four columns Oh it,
McHenry glared ut the speaker.
Are you crazy. many' he exclaimed.
do you think we use rubber type?
You'll have to keep it in three
Downs was dissatisfied.
.Alf right. This shop is going to the
d." he answered. shaking his head
negatively. He went out Of the COM
posing room.
McHenry went over to one of the
makeup stones.
"Where are the cuts for the Chicago
aud Bryan jump heads: l can't find
them anywhere he asked.
Here they are" answered one Of
the makeup men.
"All right. They go there" He point
ed to a space in one of the forms as
boy handed him another cut. Me-
Henry held it up to the light and hur-
ried into Brands office with it. He
laid it proudly on the managing edi-
tors desk.
"That's wonder, Mac" pronounced
Brand.
McHenry agreed.
YES: you can almost count the
money in old Rartelmy's hand" he ex-
claimed. and he peered closely once
more at the metal slab.
Brand meditated a moment.
I'm going to change the makeup on
that page" he decided. PUT this cut
at the top of the page, so that when
the papers are folded on the news
stands every one that passes by will
see Bartelmy offering bride of $1O.'
GOO to suppress the truth about him
self. Is your story all up yet?'
Eyes. It's in the FORM"
''rhen go finish it off and send IL
down to the stereotyping ROOM"
McHenry turned away.
won't this make the Patriot sick?
he said as he left. They'd give the
shirts off their backs to beat us on q
story like this or to keep us from
doing it to them"
AS McHenry went out Of the dool
into the composing room Sylvester
Nolan dashed into Brands room from
the hall through the other door. The
lad was plainly excited, his face show
ing an amount of animation that, fol
him. was decided novelty. His eyes
| uuSuGU duu ulS OEcdlu IL SuO1
gasps. indicating that he had beer
hurrying.
"Where's my father, MIR. Brand
Where is he?" he gasped.
Brand suspected something of the
Nolan sons errand.
I'm afraid you'll have to find him.
was the only information he chose tt
impart.
Young Nolan drew close to the desl
at which the managing editor was
working.
Judge Bartelmy wants him." he ex
claimed. 1.-The judge, the Judge! Dom
you understands
"Does he?'' asked Brand with ut
most unconcern.
Sylvester grew impatient at his ia
theirs employee who dared assume in
difference toward his fathers only son
Il want to know where he u.s." h
demanded.
"Well, l can't tell you" Brand ros'
and stepped away, with Sylvester fol
lowing him.
II understand that you are going tt
publish something about the judg,
that's beyond the limit" said the son.
''Possibly."
swell, this things gone far enough