Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1910-02-11
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
hEDILL PATTERSON AND
HARRIET FORD.

streets"
'T don't blame her." Brand COM
mented to himself. He turned to Pow
ell. 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, 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 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 man
aging editors office. Judith Bartelmy
probably never looked more beautiful
in her life than she did that night.
A flush Of excitement enhanced the
soft allurement Of her exquisite feat
ures, and the low cut neck Of her
sleeveless gown completed picture
of feminine loveliness that, innocently
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 alb
solutely." At the sight Of her fathers
emotion and yielding to the fervent
pleadings Of her only living parent she
had willingly consented to undertake
the mission. Unpleasant though she
knew 1t would be, she believed 1t ner
duty to stand by in 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
proceed she heard footsteps hurriedly
ascending the stairs, and, withdrawing
into the shadow in a corner, she saw
Michael Nolan and Mrs. Nolan cross
the hall and disappear into the COM
posing room.
Thank heaven!" she murmured fer
vently. They will stop this story,
which father says is horrible lie"
Wherel Brand will never forset-he
has since said so from the depths Of
his soul-the shock that went through
him when he saw Nolan, accompanied
by his wife, making their way toward
him on that memorable night.
McHenry was speaking when they
entered.
There is your first page, Brand" he
was saying, land it sends Bartelmy to
state prison"
The managing editor gazed approx
ingly at the appearance Of the page OF
type and the cut in the form as it lay
exposed on one of the stones under a
shaded electric light. He looked up
to congratulate McHenry on the man
ner in which he had completed the
makeup of the page when his jaw sud-
denly fell. His eyes took on an amazed
stare. He was looking straight over
the night editors shoulder. McHenry
caught Brands expression and whirled
about. Then he, too, saw the owner
of the Advance and his wife draw
near. The triumphant air with which
the wife and mother sailed along by his
side boded no good to Brand and his
story.
Nolan paused in front Of the form
without looking at the contents at
first.
Wheeler" he said kindly. I've been
notified about this story, and / think
it best that l read it carefully myself,
analyze it and learn all the circum-
stances under which 1t was procured
| before allow 1t to go to press. That
is a task which cannot be done in the
short time that remains before press
time, so we had best let it go over
until tomororw-delay 1t one day. That
| won't hurt the story any,"
Mrs. Nolan clutched at the ex-min-
er's arm and cried shrilly:
| Now, now, Michael, that's not your
usual way to explain things to one Of
your employees. Order him to de-
| stroy all this miserable stuff about the
Judge at once. Don't hesitate like this.
/ Think what it means to me, to the
children, to u.s." she pleaded.
| There, there, mother; you keep out
Of this" said Nolan kindly. yet firmly.
I'm trying to do the best l can for
you. It's because of you that I'm here
now. But you see"-
Ed Dupuy burst excitedly in upon
them, and as the typesetters were be-
ginning to become distracted from
their work owing to the unusual situa-
ton, Brand began to fear that this new
intruder would prove the final demor-
alizer Of the entire night shift.
Mr.. Nolan cried Dupuy. I'VE
haven't minute to lose! They are
almost ready to go to press" He look
ed intently at the newspaper owner
Yes, quite right. We do go to press
very soon," cried Brand confidently,
"and / know Michael Nolan is the man
VINO will order it done"
| Michael" cried Mrs. Nolan at the
/ top Of her voice, which rose sharply
over the din of the typesetting ma
chimes, "are you going to stand for
this? Mr.. Brand acts as If he owned
the Advance and treats you as If you
were tine office boy. He thinks he's
great reformer and knows it all. We
other people have a right to our opin-
ions. too, and I don't see why you and