The labor world. [volume] (Duluth, Minn.) 1896-current, 1910-04-23


ity grub, ! began pillon plaintively. u
know you mean all right. Mr. Brand
I've tried and tried again to fight It
of, but It's useless. can't. It'sNtoo
late. I'm dead one. The hard stuff.
the ave cent whisky, has got me. You
never heard how this thing started,
did you. Mr.: Brand? II it hadn't
been for my wife, : ~@ T #,%s
"Oh, cut It out!' cried Brand, and
Dillon shambled out Of the room.
Downs hurried in He had become
night editor when the shakeup oc-
Cured at the time of Brands promo
ton. /. - :.
Young Bobble Doolittle pinched
again for speeding" be ratified off.
"Three show girls in the auto. All of
'em lit up. Bobbe weeping because
the girls had to miss the theater. and
his mothers at. me oil evening to
keep 1t out Whnt'll do%' .. d..
Brand leaned back and smiled. :,
"WeN, it was on her account we kept
out his: partial elopement with her
French maid and the time he kissed
the head waiter at the st. Honore hotel
in lieu of tip. and guess-well. print
this one: It may help brace him up"
"Oh. and that disappearance case,"
reminded Downs. The girls come
back-old, gag, visiting her friends in
Jersey, but she's been of on the suit
case circuit all right =.
Home now?' jerked the managing
editor.
"Yep."
'Think she'll stay there?"
"She might"
"Well, she can't if we print this, so
let's forget it."
"But we've had a man on it two
days." persisted Downs. "We're the
only paper that's got it,"
''Well. we won't be the one to kick
her down." pronounced Brand. turning
his head away to end the conversation.
"All right. just, as you say
The telephone bell rang. Brand took
of the receiver.
"Hello: Tell Mr.. Dupuy I'm busyv'
he cried after taking the message.
''What? Send him in. That's all.
Downs. See that they take care Of
Dillon, will your
The night editor nodded in the af-
firmative and gazed rather euriously
at Brand as he went out.
Dupuy came into Brands Office with
a most circumspect and deferential air
Dressed in evening clothes, carrying
his silk hat in his hand and with a
boutonniere Of dollhouse violets in his
lapel, he gave every indication of be-
ing the society figure that his name
and wealth had made possible for him.
The lawyer lobbyist walked directly
to the desk at which Brand was seat
ed. In reply to the managing EDITORS
salutation he bowed stif1y and leaned
forward over the desk.
Several moments elapsed before Du-
puy spoke. He was trying to put his
opening words in the most judicious
language, and we'll he might hesitate
when one considers the nature Of his
evil errand. ~:I ~ ..s.
1.-The gentleman who was coming to
see you tonight," at last he said care
fully, "has had togo to the opera with
his daughter. He1 has asked me to
come In his stead.' -.
An expression of complete bewilder:
ment spread over the others face.
"A gentleman? What gentleman?
he interrrogated.
Dupuy was momentarily nonplused.
"Why. the gentleman who-ah. with
whom you made: an appointment for
o'clock this evening-here-at your Of
fee" -.
Brand still refused to show his hand.
II should be very glad to hear what
you have: to say, Mr.. Dupuy, but,
frankly, I don't. know what you are
driving at"
| The visitor was annoyed. He was
positive that Bartelmy would not send
him on wild goose errand. Surely
the judge and Brand had come to
terms regarding the silence Of the Ad-
vance as to the Lansing Iron case de-
cision. The editor was playing with
him now, he knew--dangling him on a
verbal hook to tantalige him.
"Oh, come. you know who mean"
Bartelmy!" snapped the judges despt-
cable tool. -:
Judge Bartelmy" exclaimed Brand
in surprise. "Well. what about him p
Dupuy produced d card, which the
editor glanced at.
whats this?''- he asked. Then he
read: 'Dupuy will represent me- In
whaty' J..
He started to put the card in his
pocket. RI.
perhaps you would better let mo
have that 50 Il can return it to, him."
Dupuy reached eagerly for the card.
which Brand slowly extended to him.
'"This refers to that transaction Of
which you and he were speaking this
afternoon" continued the lawyer.
Brand laughed loudly. "
'Well, Dupuy, I'm a poor land at
guessing riddles / give It up. What's
the answer"
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