The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-01-19

o nS the cdptiou TOT tue cut kks,.-.--eezEs that was to reveal Rartelmy kssss.ay in his true light. was inter- rupted once more his time by the en- trance of the greenish hued face of the poet reporter. Powell. You sent for me, sir?" asked the l new scribe.
 "So you've covered a suicide?' said Brand.
 "Powow's" eyes rolled wildly. He clasped his hands and his knees shook in his horror at what he had learned.
 "Oh. yessir-a terrible sight. l shall dre-e-e-a-m of it. sir. It would take a Dante to write of it. Oh, I"-
 What was this girls name? asked Brand in matter of fact tones. Madeline"
 "Madelne what?' "Her last name," the poet asked dazedly. Il guess I don't remember. Oh. yes. it was JenL J-Madeline Jepks!" He spoke feverishs.-. Brand picked up the poets first newspaper story and began to read it. In spite of the high pressure of events 1 that night in the Advance office. in spite of his ever present fear that Bar telmy and Dupuy might in some way persuade Nolan to order the sensat atiOnal bribery story killed. this many sided young man found he time to bother with the fantastic young poet reporter 1 ard his fantastic first article.
 Madeline .Ienks, eh" commented Brand turning over the pages. Well, the first place you mention her name is on page s"
 He plucked eff the first two pages and threw them on the floor. Powell winced Tlnfully at the massacre of his first reportorial offspring. Begin there," said Brand Powell lunged downward to rescue his first two pages, but Brand kicked them away from him. "Where'd she live?" he next asked.
 Powell claSped his hands and gazed plaihtively at the ceiling.
 "Over chop suey cafe, sir"
 Number and street?'
 ''Two forty-three and half West Pearl street.
 Brand threw away two more pages.
 
 while.
 Put that next. Here. Madeline Jenks.'' Brand began to write. "an in- mate of 243H West Pearl street. What did she do?'
 ''She destroyed herself utterly" the new reporter walled. Brand went on writing.
 'Is she dead?"' eyes. sir
 "Shot and killed herself-whenT'
 "Tonight at 9 o'clock" Brand wrote on.
 Last night at 9 o'clock. Why?" Powell answered very intensely:
 "Oh. she could no longer face the ghastliness of her existence. She knew she'-
 "She was weary of life in the streets"
 T don't blame her," Brand con- msnted to himself. He turned to Powell. There's your story. Thirty words-you had 5000. And remember the story of the creation was told in 600 words
 Powell picked up the pages of his story which Brand had discarded and walked dejecledly away. "Mac," BralId ordered. here's a dance hall suicide. Put it with local brevities. will you?' Had Brand at this moment been able to see through the wall that separated the composing room from the hall he would have witnessed sight that would nave deprived him ot some or the selt possession that marked his present de;neanor. figure clad in an elaborate evening gown crept softly up the stairway. stood irresoiuteiy at the landing and then turned into the managing editors office. Judith Bar telmy probably never looked more l beautiful iu her life than she did that night A flush of excitement enhanced the soft aIiurement of her exquisite features. and the low cut neck of her sleeveless gown completed a picture of feminine iovelineSS that. innocently enough oD her part. was admirably 1 adapted to the purpose Judge Bartelmy had in his unprincipied mind when he 1 sent her to the Advance office. You l are my only hope.' he had told her after Dupuy had at first failed to To- ! rate Nolan. You must go and plead 1 with Wheeler Brand or else am ! ruined. Your father will be ruined ab- l Solutely." At the sight of her fathers l emotion and yielding to the fervent 1 pleadings Of her only living parent ] she had willingly consented to under I take the mission. Unpleasant though she knew it would be. she believed it her duty to stand by in his hour of l dire need the father whom she loved. 1 the father whom she did not know. l As she entered the office and paused l in conjecture as to just how she would proceed she heard footsteps hurriedly | ascending the stairs and. withdra wing