Idaho County free press. [volume] (Grangeville, Idaho Territory) 1886-current, 1910-03-10
CHAPTER XIII.

II
@a3 that was to reveal Bartelmy
C*.E2E in his true light, was inter-
rupted once more-this time by the en-.
trance of the greenish hued face Of the
poet reporter, Powell.
You sent for me, sirY' 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! l shall
dre-e-e-a-m of it, sir. 1t would take
Dante to write of it, Oh, r.
what was this girls name?" asked
Brand in matter of fact tones.
Madeline"
Madeline whatY
Her last name," the poet asked
dazedly II guess l don't remember
Oh. yes, it 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
telmy and pupuy might in some way
persuade Nolan to order the sensational
bribery story killed, this many sided
young man found the time to bother
with the fantastic young poet reporter
ard his fantastic first article.
Madeline jerks, eh?' commented
Brand, turning over the pages. We'll.
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. "Whered she live?" he
next asked.
Powell clasped his hands and gazed
plaintively at the ceiling.
"Over a chop suey cafe, sir"
Number and streetP
1.-TWO forty-three and 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, IAN in
mate Of 2431a West Pearl street. What
did she do?"
"She destroyed herself utterly! the
new reporter walled.
Brand went on writing.
as she dead?"
Eyes, sir"
"Shot and killed herself-when"
"Tonight at 8 o'clock"
| Brand wrote on.
last night at 0 O'Clock. Why?"
Powell answered very intensely:
"Oh. she could no longer face thu
ghastliness of her existence. She knew
She
"She was weary of life in thu
Streets
II don't blame her." Brand com
mented to himself. He turned t.
Powell. There's your story. Thirt.
words-you had 5000. And remembe
the story of the creation was told Il
600 words"
Powell picked up the pages Of hi
story which Brand had discarded AM
walked dejectedly away.
Mae Brand ordered, ''here's
dance hall suicide. Put it with loca
brevities, will your
Had Brand at this moment been abb
to see through the wall that separate
the composing room from the hall b
would have witnessed a sight tina
would have deprived him Of some Q
the self possession that marked hi
present demeanor. A figure clad in a
elaborate evening gown crept softi
up the stairway, stood irresolutely 9
the landing and then turned into tn
managing editors office. Judith Bal
telmy probably never looked NOR
beautiful in her life than she did tina
night. A flush of excitement enhance
the soft allurement of her exquisit
features, and the low cut neck OF nc
sleeveless gown completed pictul
Of feminine loneliness that, Innocent
enough on her part, was admiral l
adapted to the purpose Judge Bartelm
had in his unprincipled mind when
sent her To the Advance office. "Yo