Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1910-01-25

grim smile made its way into the fur
rows, won by suffering and privation in
the Nevada mining camps and desolate
gold regions, that marked Nolan's Wis
age.
You see, I'm stronger than you now,
Ed Dupuy, just as you was stronger
than me twelve years ago-you and
Bartelmy between you.". A great sigh
escaped him as he finished.
Dupuy. now having freed his hand,
rubbed it smartly with the other to
restore the circulation to tine fiattened
veins. He wheeled away to pick up
his overcoat.
Nolan now addressed McHenry, who
had seated himself at his desk.
You're the managing editor?"
Yes, sir"
well, I Just want to tell you that
that was a true article you had about
that old hypocrite, Judge Bartelmy,
this morning" he stated to McHenry.
Have another tomorrow and strong
err" Another idea came to him, and ne
added, WHO was it got up that one
today?"
Dupuy felt that he must come to Nc
Henry's rescue.
"A young man who has since resign
ed," he interjected for the managing
editor Both McHenry and Dupuy
were growins uneasy at the trend of
Nolan's thoughts and words. A glimpse
into the craniums Of them both at this
moment would nave revealed the same
thought to be predominating: What
is he driving at?"
Nolan appeared distinctly surprised
at two things-first, that the writer Of
the story had resigned; second, that
Dupuy should be so familiar with the
matter. He took step toward the lat
ter.
"Resigned?" he asked in reverberat-
ing tones. How do you know?" Be-
fore Dupuy could answer Nolan wheel
ed on McHenry. rs 1t so, what Dupuy
says?" he asked Of tine managing ed
itor.
"Yes, sir"
whats his name?"
Wheeler Brand"
What did he resign for?"
Some Of the big advertisers forced
him to-" admitted McHenry calmly.
A look Of understanding fitted across
Nolan's face. He shifted his glance
from McHenry to Dupuy. Then, with
a significant smile, he said:
Il see you are still on the job, Ed
Dupuy."
well, it's business"-began the lob
byist defiantly. But Nolan would not
listen to him. Thoughts vastly more
important than conjecture as to Du-
puy's motives now crowded his brain.
where is Brand now?" he asked
sternly Of McHenry.
81 think he is in the local room now,
sir" pointing to the door at his left.
The new proprietor strobe impul-
sively to the doorway and called at the
top pitch of his powerful voice:
wheeler Brand! Wheeler Brandt"
AS he had hurried from the manag-
ing editors room after his dismissal
from the Advance, Wheeler Brand
struggled valiantly against a wave OF
encouragement that assailed him and
for a moment or two threatened to
overwhelm. Discharged for beating
the town on the story Of the year." he
muttered. "Well, I'll try to get on
across the street." he concluded,
across the street" meaning the Guard
ian, the bitter rival Of the Advance.
He went to one Of the long oak tables
in the city room, where he seated him.
self next to Higgins, the leading police
reporter of the paper, and began
nervously to finish the story Of new
bank merger on which he had been
working when summoned by McHenry.
When he finished he laid the pages of
copy on the city editors desk. He
dragged a chair to a window, sat down
and gazed moodily down at the crowds
of people hurrying along the street be-
low.
1t was not his dismissal from the
staff which chiefly concerned him. He
was certain of obtaining another posi-
ton. In fact, his reputation along
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