Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1910-01-25
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lies" put in Dupuy philosophically
| "there'd be a revolution"
Brand Strengthened up and, with 9
contemptuous expression on his face
started toward the door.
you've got more heart than sense
McHenry, was the parting shot which
he hurled at the managing editor.
Pretty tough on a reporter to fire
him for 'scooping' the town on big
story" said the managing editor.
"Oh, pshaw!" grunted Dupuy.
A boy entered with a 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 Jeffries. Gee,
but I'll bet Nolan is there with tn
wallop, all right"
,Dupuy put his overcoat back on the
chair. His luck was still holding good.
he congratulated himself. Here was q
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
MIN for his clients when emergencies
arose. Needless to say, emergencies
frequently arose to disturb the peace
Of mind Of the varieties of people who
sought the versatile aid of Mr.. Ed Du-
puy. He turned to face McHenry and
said:
"Oh, the new owner! I'd like to meet
him. If you don't object I'll wait"
Dupuy seated himself at the extreme
left hand corner Of the office close 20
the rack containing files of the daily
papers. He took down file and began
to read. McHenry, laughing 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 newcomef
remarked bluntly.
At the sound Of the big mans big
voice Dupuy, whom Nolan had not mo-
ticed in the corner, stirred and turned
his head to gain better view Of him.
There was something familiar in the
ring of that voice. There was some-
thing familiar in the features and the
poise Of Mr.. Mike Nolan. Surely he
had met him somewhere. He pondered
and pondered and finally gave up the
problem in disgust. (.
This is a nice looking place you've
got here" he remarked to McHenry. 4
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's
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" ne called
gayly. Mrs. Nolan, a tall, well pro-
portioned brunette, attired in the cost
liest of imported garments, entered tho
managing editors Office with a pro-
nounced flourish, followed by the two
Nolan children, Sylvester and Phyllis
the son about twenty-five years old
and the daughter probably year or
two younger. "Oh, mercy, them
stairs!" exclaimed the mother, endeav-
oring to catch her breath. Nolan pre-
sented his wife and son to McHenry.
Mrs. Nolan called to Phyllis to draw
near. This is my daughter, Phillis,"
she said. "She went to Bryn Mawr."
Phyllis and the managing editor ex-
changed greetings. MY son, Sylves-
ter" went on the mother proudly, went
to Harvard"
"Oh, you're a Harvard mani" 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, 1909, 1910, 1911"
Mrs. Nolan pointed at a pile Of pa
pers lying on a small desk. II don't
see how you ever get time to read 'em
ALL" she addressed McHenry.
"Oh, I read fifty or sixty a day.
We've got to know what the other fell
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 infiu-
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"
1t was McHenry's turn to laugh.
would you like to look over the
pant, MIS-. NOldu uc dohCu.
"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 ne
wanted to meet the owner. The man.
aging editor beckoned him over. "Mr.
Nolan" he said, inclining toward the
proprietor Of the Advance. this is Mr..
Dupuy."
Dupuy bowed, again trying to fix In
his mind the occasion on which some-
how, somewhere in his busy past he
had met Michael Nolan. He extended
mis- hand, saying, II am glad to meet
you, Mr.. Nolan"
The newspaper publisher pierced
Dupuy with a glance which, to say the
least, was searching. He crouched to-
ward him and compressed his brows as
though to render his sight more GER
tain, more penetrating. He had half