The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-01-13

NIT. -Nulall. III aGTdiu EtIiSC De SO- ing, sain lsarteImy. Il hope to soc you, at my house soon, and you. loo. Wheeler
 Nolan rose from his chair.
 Judge. can you spare ne few mo- nlenis:" r'It in Brand reSolutely.
 The judge gave d look of surprise
 Certainly, my boy; certainly. Will you excuse me!'' turning to Nolan.
 Nolan, surprised at the readiness of Brand to begin on the plan to entrap Bartelmy, readily assented and pro- ceeded into the library with Dupuy.
 Well, Wheeler, what can I do for youY' asked Judith's father
 The young man stepped close to the other and faced him squarely.
 Judge, how about your latest de cision in the Lansing Iron case today?" he asked
 Bartelmy started back in surprise.
 Ut was in accordance with the stat utes and the constitution he finally said.
 ''The supreme court of the United States was at variance with you in a similar case" advised Brand.
 .'Sir," indignantly, q decline to dis cuss out of court questions relating to my conduct on the bench
 The judge moved as though to go.
 You weren't so particular this morn ing.'
 Bartellny began to lose his confident, easy pose.
 "I fail to comprehend you,' he an swered
 Early this morning, between 1 o'clock and g. went on the unrelenting editor.
 The judge turned his head to one side and trgged nervously at his gray beard.
 "A reporter for the Advance saw you come out of your house at four min utes to 1 and walk to house on Washington avenue that belongs to the attorney for the Lansing Iron corpora ton"
 Bartelmy turned his back on Brand, a furtive look coming into his eyes as he did so.
 You knocked at the servants door, judge continued the editor This man admitted you. One hour and fifty seven minutes later you left that house by the same door and returned home rapidly on foot You kept your coat collar turned up, and, contrary to your usual custom, you wore a slouched hat pulled down over your eyes. Half an hour later Dupuy came out of the same house. Ten hours later you handed down your decision reversing on a technicality the judgment of the lower court in the Lansing Iron case and < freezing out the small stockholders in favor of the insiders, as usual. Those, Judge Bartelmy, are my facts!"
 Bartelmy made a desperate effort to retain his self control and to command his ability to think clearly and effec- lively in this dire emergency. At last he spoke after minutely scrutinizing the accusing figure of Brand before him.
 F 'It's easily explained Mir. Brand, : he said in honeyed tones. "It's lie; that is ali it is. Your reporter lied.s
 4I was the reporter" exclaimed the accuser in a supremely contemptuous manner, and as he spoke he wondered and marveled that such Q man as the betrayer, Bartelmy, could be the fla ther of such a girl as Judith Judith, whom he was even now, he was con vinced, putting away from his arms and his love for all time.
 The false judge paled. His mouth became parched. Had he not leaned against g chair for support it is likely that his knees would not have retained enough strength to hold him up. The jig was up. Plainly the end was in sight. Indeed. it had already arrived unless unless Yes, there was one possible way out--if Brand would lis ten to the proposal Listen? Every man had his price. Dupuy had told him so. He knew it anyway, and Brand was poor. He was ambitious too. Ah, reasoned the false judge. that is dangerous combinati -pov-