The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1910-04-21
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I'D that was TO reveal Bartelmy
lRJ in his true light was inter-
rupted once more-this time by the en-
trance of the greenish hued face of the
poet reporter. Powell.
You sent for me, sir?' asked the
new scribe
80 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! ! shall
dre-e-e-a-m of it, sir! 1t would take
Dante TO write of it. oh, r.
What was this girls name?" asked
Brand in matter of fact tones.
Madeline
Madeline what?''
Her last name" the poet asked
daZedIy. 81 guess ! don't remember.
On, yes, it was Jenks-Madeline
Jenksr He spoke feverishly.
Brand picked up the poets first
newspaper story and began TO read it.
In spite of the high pressure of events
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 sensational
bribery story killed, this many sided
young man found the time to bother
with the fantastic young poet reporter
ard his fantastic first article.
Madeline jerks, eh?" commented
Brand, turning over the pages. We'll.
the first place you mention her name
is on page g.
He plucked off the first two pages
and threw them ON the floor. Powell
WINGED painfully 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
plaintively at the ceiling.
"Over a chop suey cafe, sir
Number and street,"
1.-TWO forty-three and a half West
Pearl street"
Brand threw away two more pages,
IO"ei Watching INN "HA4Ou04S '4S
while.
Put that next Here. Madeline
jerks" Brand began to write, IAN in
mate of 243la West Pearl street. What
did she doc"
''She destroyed herself utterly!' the
new reporter walled.
Brand went on writing.
is she dead?"
Eyes, sir
"Shot and killed herself-when?"
Tonight at 0 o'clock"
Brand wrote on.
Last night at 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"
Il don't blame her." Brand com
mented 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 dejectedly away.
Mac" Brand ordered, there's a
dance hall suicide. Put it with local |
brevities, will your
Had Brand at this moment been able |
TO see through the wall that separated /
the composing room from the hall he .
would have witnessed a sight that |
would have deprived him of some of |
the self possession that marked his .
present demeanor. A figure clad in an
elaborate evening gown crept softly
up the stairway. stood irresolutely at
the landing and then turned into the
managing editors office. Judith Bar
telmy probably never looked more
beautiful in her life than she did that
night. A flush of excitement enhanced
the soft allurement of her exquisite
features. and the low cut neck of her
sleeveless gown completed picture
of feminine loneliness that, innocenuy
enough on her part, was admirably
adapted TO the purpose Judge Bartelmy
had in his unprincipled mind when he
sent her to the Advance office. You
are my only hope" he had told her
after Dupuy had at first failed to To-
cate Nolan. You must go and plead
with Wheeler Brand or else | am
ruined. Your father will be ruined abb
solutely." At the sight of her fathers
emotion and yielding to the feryent
pleadings of her only living parent
she had willingly consented to under
take the mission. Unpleasant though
she knew it would be, she believed it
her duty to stand RySn his hour OF
dire need the father whom she loved,
the father whom she did not know.
AS she entered the office and paused
in conjecture as to just how she would
GnHInns she heard footsteps -hurriedly
rold