The daily Gate City. [volume] (Keokuk, Iowa) 1855-1916, 1910-02-15
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rob, no; /. 60 up to the
line, but we try not to step over it.
He picked UP several newspapers from
his desk. For instance"
the papers-"I don't think your father
will feel inclined to sue u.s. He rose
as IL to end the interview.
Judith. however, was not to be thus
disposed Of
81 don't want to detain YOU" she re-
marked. but should like to ask you
who was responsible for that article
She seated herself in chair which
McHenry indicated.
I'VE never tell the name Of our writ
ers," answered the managing editor.
Her father had automatically sug-
gested to her that Wheeler Brand might
have written the story This she found
difficult to believe. But she must be
convinced. and one of her motives in
visiting the newspaper had been tc
ask him-to ask him to tell her that he
was not the author of the new attack
on her father. She must see him aud
learn the truth from his lips alone.
rs Mr.. Brand in the Office now!" she
asked
yes. / think So"
would it be possible for me to see
him?'
why. yes. if you wish. I'll send
for him."
McHenry summoned the boy aud
| told him to ASK Mr.. Brand to come
| in
We've noticed"-she hesitated-"
| his friends have noticed that he's be-
coming very radical lately Judith
| rose from the chair and stepped nerv-
| ously toward the EDITORS desk.
"Oh." he laughed. they all get that
when they're young. like the measles"
And that's something they all get
/ over, isn't it," she asked eagerly.
Yes" responded McHenry. stirring
as though to leave the room.
Judith stepped squarely in front OF
his desk
But l don't want to disturb you.
Can't go to his officer
He hasn't got any Office. and they're
| all punched in the local room in their
shirt sleeves smoking. You wouldn't
like it. We haven't d reception room"
McHenry laughed as he spoke.
In his shirt sleeves. rolled to his ell
bows. with quick steps and squared
shoulders. Wheeler Brand, one of the
ablest men on the city staff of the
Advance. strobe into the office of the
4 mo nor in obi nb Io a H.
ing from the city and telegraph rooms
Yes, SIR he greeted McHenry.
| Then he stopped short both In his
steps and in his speech. He had
caught sight of the managing editors
visitor. why. JUDITH he gasped.
What in heavens name are you doing
here? r. AT this point words failed
ifm, and he stood staring at her, with
his breast heaving violently as the re-
suit of his surprise.
The girl was also deeply disturbed in
spite of her previous knowledge that
she was to be confronted by the man
she loved
McHenry thought that the moment
had arrived when his presence was
no longer necessary.
Miss Barteln1y has asked to see you
for few minutes" he said, rising and
starting toward a door. You may
talk here A handful of proof sheets
rustled in his grasp as he disappeared.
Wheeler Brand started toward the
girl.
SIS there anything the matter?' he
queried anxiolsly.
She hesitated before answering.
Then she spoke determinedly.
Eyes; two things First, you did not
come to my reception this afternoon;
secondly. there is that article about
father this morning"
II couldn get off from the office to
attend the reception. and am awful
~ sorry" he protested. But as for
the story about your father well. did
he send you here:"
mo. he didn't send me. But
couldn't help seeing how disturbed he
was. and
'Then he knew you were coming:''
"Why. yes Judith was trying hard
to understand what he meant by seek
y
present mission. one which was to her
decidedly unpleasant.
Wheeler was plainly impressed. and
unfavorably SO. at the girls reply.
"Oh" he calculated disappointedly.
The quickly thinking girl detected
the significant tone of the newspaper
writer's reply aud fastened to ex
plain.
81 heard my father say at dinner
that he feared there would be anothel
, attack tomorrow she said, "and
hoped through you to prevent it's pub
LEGATION and to make the Advance
apologize for what 1t said this morn
ing. l don't see how your paper dare
to publish such things"
, But. Judith lie answered. W.
conldn,t dodge d story rs big us that
We had to print it. Thut's what we'r
here FOR"
But she was still insistent.
"Oh. Of course. print the story, blu
. / mean the insinuation all through