Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1910-02-08
NoveliZed by
FREDERICK
R. TOOMBS
From the Great Play
of the Same Name
by Joseph Medill
Patterson and Har-
riet Ford. - -
COPYRIGHT. 1903. By JOSEPH
MEDILL PATTERSON AND
HARRIET FORD

containing matter for the nights edi-
tion of the paper. At the extreme left
Of the room wooden partition shut
off the small office that the managing
editor used at night when he superin-
tended the makeup proceedings. A
door opened into this small room from
the outer hall, close to a door open
ing from the hall into the composing
room itself. At the opposite end OF
the compartment door opened into
the composing room. In this small in
closure Brand, the managing editor,
had a desk and a telephone. Adjoin-
ing the partition, which shut him on
from the composing room and on the
outside of it, was desk used by the
COPY cutters, who cut the pages OF
manuscript-after they had been past
ed together-into takes" take Is
one of the sections into which story
Is cut, so that several compositors can
| work on different parts Of the same
story simultaneously, resulting in the
saving of considerable time In setting
1t up.
The typesetting machines clicked or
rapidly the words, sentences and para
graphs of the Bartelmy beat" and
the other stories which had to be
crowded into the mail edition" Brand
was in mis- little room at the right,
| reading the proof Of the introduction
of the account Of the accusation Of the
United States judge, which introduce
ton he had chosen to write himself.
! McHenry, the deposed managing ed
itor and now Brands assistant, was at
the forms with the makeup men.
A boy rushed in with cut for Nc
Henry The busy editor squinted at
it and waved the boy to one side.
why do they send us this baled hay
when we've got a live one?" he said
disgustedly.
Downs came in from the city room.
THAT Clinton street fire Is getting
better every minute" me said to Nc
Henry. I'VE ought to have at least
four columns on it."
McHenry glared at the speaker.
Are you crazy, MANI" he exclaimed.
do you think we use rubber type?
You'll have to keep 1t in three"
Downs was dissatisfied.
"All right. This shop is going to the
d." he answered, shaking his mead
negatively. He went out Of the COM
posing room.
McHenry went over to one Of the
makeup stones.
Where are the cuts for the Chicago
and Bryan jump heads? I can't find
them anywhere" he asked.
Here they are" answered one Of the
makeup men.
"All right. They go there" He point
ed to a space in one of the forms as
a boy handed him another cut Nc
Henry held up to the light and hur-
| ried into Brands office with it. He
laid it proudly on the managing edi-
| tors desk.
That's a wonder, Mac!" pronounced
Brand.
| McHenry agreed.
"Yes; you can almost count the
money in old Bartelmy's hand!" he ex-
claimed, and he peered closely once
more at the metal slab.
Brand meditated moment.
I'm going to change the makeup on
tnat page" he decided. Put this cut
at the top of the page, so that when
the papers are folded on the news
stands every one that passes by will
see Bartelmy offering a bribe Of s10,-
600 to suppress the truth about him.
self Is your story all up YETI"
Yes. It's in the form"
Then go finish it off and send 1t
down to the stereotypins ROOM"
| McHenry turned away.
Wont this make the Patriot sick?'
he said as he left. They'd give the
shirts off their backs to beat US on a
story like this or to keep us from do
| ing it to them"
| AS McHenry went out Of the door
into the composing room, Sylvester
Nolan dashed into Brands room from
the hall through the other door. The
lad was plainly excited, his face show
ing an amount of animation that, for
him, was a decided novelty. His eyes
flashed and his breath came in short
gasps indicating that he had been
hurrying.
Where's my father, Mr.. Brand?
Where Is he?" he gasped.
Brand suspected something of the
Nolan sons errand.
I'm afraid you'll have to find him.
was the only information he chose to
impart.
Young Nolan drew close to the desk
at which the managing editor was
working.
Judge Bartelmy wants him." he ex-
claimed. 1.-The judge, the judge! Don't
you understand"
Does he?" asked Brand with ut
most unconcern.
Sylvester grew impatient at his faith
er's employee who dared assume in
difference toward his fathers only son.
81 want to know where he is," he de-
manded.
We'll, l can't tell you" Brand rose
and stepped away, with Sylvester fol-
lowing MIN.
II understand that you are going to
publish something about the judge
that's beyond the limit" said the son.
Possibly"
We'll, this things gone far enough
snapped Sylvester. I'm the absence OF
my father I forbid it. DO you hear?'
Brand took up a bundle Of proofs
and moved to the door.
I'm afraid I can't take orders from
| ,.o,, hn Snid and he stenned calmly