Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1910-02-25

acterlStlc or the type tDaI 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 given Brand. when
a beginner. some valuable pointers,
which the now managing editor had
never forgotten.
Tell him to come in" ordered Brand.
He 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, l 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, Joe?" queried Brand SYM
pathetically.
Dillon staggered forward.
Better sit down." cautioned Brand.
Same old story. eh?"
mo. I'm hungry"
"Durkin. go get one hot roast beef
sandwich and a big pot of black cot
fee and see that he gets them"
Yes. sir" The lad sped away after
ae-zteEanslz catcnil4s . quarter Which.
Brand tossed him.
81 WISH | was going In there to WORT
with the boys Instead of eating char
t.. -,-I - lN.-oo n..lN, ,Ioi,tiuolu al
know you mean all right. Mr.. Brand
I've tried and tried again to fight II
off. but it's useless. | can't. It's toe
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'i
been for my wife,
"Oh. cut 1t out!'' cried Brand. and
Dillon shambled out of the room.
Downs hurried In. He had become
night editor when the shakeup oc-
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. Whatll | do?"
Brand leaned back and smiled.
"Well, it was on her account we kept
out his partial elopement with her
French maid and the time he kissed
the head waiter at the st. Honore hotel
In lieu of a tip. and / guess-well. print
this mi 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 1t two
days. persisted Downs. Were 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.
Hello. Tell Mr.. Dupuy I'm busy"
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 curiously
at Brand as he went out.
Dupuy came into Brands Office with
a most circumspect and d%eferential air.
Dressed in evening clothes. carrying
his silk hat in his hand and with a
~boutonniere of dollhouse violets In his
lapel. be gave every indication of be
ing the society figure that his name
and wealth had made possible for him.
The lawyer lobbyist walked directly
to the desk at which Brand was seat
ed. In reply to the managing editors
salutation he bowed stifly and leaned
forward over the desk.
Several moments elapsed before Du-
puy spoke. He was trying to put his
opening words in the most judicious
language. and well he might hesitate
when one considers the nature of his