The Leavenworth echo. [volume] (Leavenworth, Wash.) 1904-current, 1910-08-19
Copyright. 1909. by Joseph Medill
Patterson and Harriet Ford.
rhe answering voice came back.

Eyes; that's the very thing. Irs al
right now"
Brand stepped forward from a cor
ner of the room from whence he had
been watching the final preparations
for the strange event that was to occur.
"Are you all set now, boys" he
asked. "Is your camera in the right
place for the flashlights"
Eyes, sir!' cried jeff and Howard 81
simultaneously.
1.-THE fiashlight is planted here, sir
said Howard, pointing to a narrow pan
In a Swallowed spot on top of the ma
hogany desk and close to the lens.
Have you tested this?' asked Brand.
Eyes, SIR
"Be careful, sir, or you'll explode
the FASH" warned JEFF as Brand light
ed match to ascertain the location
of the powder.
go into room 1, boys, and wait till
l send for you," directed Brand.
Jeff and Howard went out. Brand
went to his desk as the office boy,
Durkin, entered.
"Joe Dillon's here" said the lad.
Drunk"
"Just one over"
Broker
"Surer' The boy grinned.
Dillon. one of the "has-beens" char
acteristic of the type that prey on the
newspaper men at night in the big
cities, would ordinarily have received
short shrift from a busy man like
Brand, but Dillon, an ex-newspaper
reporter. had once giyer Brand. when
beginner, some valuable pointe,-
which the now managing editor had
never forgotten.
TELL him to come in ordered Brand.
BE reached for the office telephone
and called the night city editor. "The
Patriot has got the town skinned on
shipping" he said. do you know
who's doing it for them? Well, think
you'd better hire him."
Joe Dillon wandered in.
"Good evening, Mr.. Brand" he said
weakly. Durkin, who had summoned
him, followed him in.
"Well, Joe, what is it?'
"Wait a minute, Durkin. Got a
story for us, JoeY' queried Brand SYM
pathetically.
Dillon staggered forward.
Better sit down." cautioned Brand.
"Same old story, chi"
mo. I'm hungry"
'Durkin, go get one hot roast beef
sandwich and big pot of black cof-
fee and see that he gets them"
Eyes, SIR" The lad sped away after
dexterously catching a quarter which
Brand tossed him.
~ wish | was going in there to work
with the boys instead Of eating char
ity grub" began Dillon plaintively. 81
know you mean all right, Mr.. Brand.
I've tried and tried again to fight it
off, but it's useless. | can't. It's too
late. I'm a dead one. The hard stuff,
the FIVE cent whisky, has got me. You
never heard how this thing started,
did you, Mr.. Brand? If it hadn't
been for my wife,
"Oh, cut it outp' cried Brand, and
Dillon shambled out of the room.
Downs hurried in. He had become
night editor when the shakeup &C.
Cured at the time of Brands promo
ton.
young Bobbie Doolittle pinched
again for speeding" he ratified Off
''Three show girls in the auto. All of
'em lit up Bobbie weeping because
the girls had to miss the theater, and
his mothers at me all evening to
keep 1t out What'll l do?"
Brand leaned back and smiled.
= har ya11f
out his partial elopement with her
French maid and the time he kissed
the head waiter at the st. Honore hotel
In lieu of tip, and l guess-well, print
this one. 1t may help brace him up"
"Oh, and that disappearance case"
reminded Downs. "The girls come
back-old gag, visiting her friends In
Jersey, but she's been off on the suit
case circuit all right"
"Home now?" jerked the managing
editor.
yep"
Think she'll stay there?"
"She might"
"Well. she can't If we print this, so
let's forget It,"
But we've had a man on it two
days." persisted Downs. We're the
only paper that's got it."
"Well, we won't be the one to kick
her down." pronounced Brand, turning
his head away to end the conversation.
"All right, just as you say"
The telephone bell rang. Brand took
off the receiver.
''Hellol Tell Mr.. Dupuy I'm busyw
he cried after taking the message.
what? Send him in. That's all,
Downs. See that they take care of
Dillon, will your"
The night editor nodded in the af-
firmative and gazed rather curlously
at Brand as he went out.
Dupuy came into Brands office with
a most circumspect and deferential air.
Dressed in evening clothes, carrying
his silk hat In his hand and with
boutonniere of dollhouse violets In his
lapel, he gave every indication of be-
ing the society figure that his name
and wealth had made possible for him.
The lawyer lobbyist walked directly