The labor world. [volume] (Duluth, Minn.) 1896-current, 1910-03-19

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which he hurled at the managing edi-
tor. &. Il. n. 81 .1.. &: .s5
Pretty tough on a reporter to fire
him for 'scooping' the town on a big
story" said the managing editor.
"Oh, pshawv grunted Dupuy. NJ
A boy entered with card. Dupuy
crossed to chair and picked up his
overcoat. -.
''Mr. Nolan, SIR" the lad announced,
with an amusing grimace. Hes the
new boss, and he's got a couple o
mitts on i'm like Jim Jenries. Gee,
but I'll bet Nolan is there with th'
wallop. all right!' -.
Dupuy put his overcoat back on the
chair. His luck was still holding good,
he congratulated himself. Here was
chance to. make the acquaintance Of
the new owner Of the influential Ad-
vance, AN opportunity to pave the
way possibly to secure future favors
from him for his clients when emer-
gencies arose. Needless to say, emer-
gencies frequently arose to disturb
the peace Of mind Of the varieties Of
people who sought the versatile aid
Of Mr.. Ed Dupuy. He turned to face
McHenry and said:
"Oh, the new owner! I'd like to
meet him. II you don't object I'll
wait" Dupuy seated himself at the
extreme left hand corner Of the office
close to the rack containing files of
the daily papers. He took down file
and began to read. McHenry, laugh
ing at the patent anxiousness of the
lawyer to meet Nolan, put on his coat.
A heavy step was heard. and the
bulky form Of the new owner of the
Advance stood before the managing
editor.
II am Mr.. McHenry," explained the
latter.
II am Mike Nolan" the newcomer
remarked bluntly.
At the sound Of the big mans big
voice Dupuy. whom Nolan had not
noticed in the corner, stirred apd turn
ed his head to gain better view Of
him. There was something familiar
in the ring Of that voice. There was
something familiar in the features
and the poise Of Mr.. Mike Nolan. Sure
~ he had met him somewhere. He
pondered and pondered and finally
gave up the problem in disgust.
"This is nice looking place you've
got here" he remarked to McHenry.
"That you've got, sir"
A feminine voice from the outer
hallway was heard to exclaim breath
lessly. II refuse to climb another STEP"
McHenry turned inquiringly, where
upon Nolan explained: my family's
| just outside. l wanted them to see
me take possession" His voice was
tinged with pride. He stepped to the
door. "Come in. mother" he called
gayly. Mrs. Nolan, tall, well pro-
! portioned brunette, attired in the cost
Hest Of imported garments. entered
the managing editors Office with a
pronounced flourish, followed by the
two Nolan children, Sylvester and
! Phyllis-the son about twenty-five
years old and the daughter probably
a year or two younger. "Oh, mercy.
them ,stairsr' exclaimed, the mother,
endeavoring to catch her breath. No
Ian presented his wife end son to Nc
Henry: Mrs. Nolan called to Phyllis
to draw near. This is my daughter,
Phyllis" she said. "She went to Bryn
Mawr." Phyllis and the managing ed
itor exchanged greetings. my son,
Sylvester" went on the mother proud
~. "went to Harvard"
"Oh, you're a Harvard man." spoke
McHenry to Sylvester. What class?'
The son, logged in the latest fresh
man effects in the line of sporty
clothes and drawing on an unlighted
cigarette, replied, 1900, 1910, 1911"
Mrs. Nolan pointed at a pile Of pa
pers lying on small desk. II don't
see how you ever get time to read 'em
ALL" she addressed McHenry.
"Oh, read fifty or sixty day.
We've got to know what the other fel-
lows are doing"
'That's just like me-" she responded
smoothly. Il always like to know
what everybody else is doing, too," she
went on. II think what journalism
needs is soft feminine, refining influ-
| ence. 1t seems you don't publish any
thing now but crime, divorces and peo-
PIES troubles" She laughed.
"Oh, you wouldn't want to read ev-
cry day that Mr.. and Mrs. James
Jones were living happily together.
You're only interested when they're
unhappy"
'Still I'd like to read once in awhile
that somebody else was happy. at least
| for little WHILE"
It was McHenry's turn to laugh.
"Would you like to look over the
plant, Mrs. Nolan ?" he asked.
"oh. yes: What want to see Is the
reporters reporting" .-
When Mrs. Nolan, Phyllis and Syl-
vester had departed in the wake Of
the boy who had answered McHenry's
ring, Dupuy rose and made signal to
McHenry behind Nolan's back that he
wanted to meet the owner. The >manag-