The Paducah evening sun., 1910-01-27

you sent Tor me, slrF asked the |
new scribe.
80 you've covered a sulcidey' said
Brand.
"Powow's" eyes rolled wildly. lie
clasped his hands aud his knees shook |
In his horror at what he had learned.
"Oh, yesslr-a terrible sight! / shall |
dre-e-e-a-m OF IL. sir. It would take a
Dante TO write OF II. oh. -
"What was this girls namey' asked |
Brand In matter OF fact tones.
Madeline"
Madeline whatY'
Her last name," the poet asked
dazedly. 81 guess I don't remember.
Oh. yes, II was Jenks-Madeline
jerks" lie spoke feverishly.
Brand picked up the poets first
newspaper story and began TO read II.
In spite OF the high pressure OF events
that night I'm the Advance office. 10
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 siuei
young man found the time to bother
with the fantastic young poet reporter
ard his fantastic frst article.
Madeline jerks. ehT" commented
Brand. turning over the pages. We'll.
the FIRST place you mention her name
Is on page g."
lie plucked OF 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
plalntively az the ceiling.
over a chop suey cafe, sir"
Number and street,"
Two forty-three and a half West
Pearl street"
Brand threw away two more pages.
Powell watching him anXiously the
while.
"Put that next Here. Madeline
Jenks." Brand began TO write. "an In
mate OF 243h West Pearl street What
did she doY'
"she destroyed herself utterlyT the
new reporter walled.
Brand went on writing.
lis she deadY
Eyes, sir"
"Shot and killed herself-whenr'
Tonight at 8 o'clock"
Brand wrote or.
Last night az o o'clock. WhyT
Powell answered very intensely:
"Oh. she could no longer face the
ghastliness OF her existence. She knew
She
"sbe was weary of life in the
streets"
Il don't blame her." Brand com
mented 10 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 dejcctedly away.
Mae" Brand ordered. heres a
dance hall suicide. Put 1t with local
brevities. will your
Had Brand at this moment been able
10 see through the wall that separated
the composing room from the hall he
would have witnessed sight that
would have deprived him of some OF
the self possession that marked his
nrpSanf dpmQanor A 6pure clad In a N
elaborate evening gown crept softly
up the stairway. stood irresoluteiy ut
the landing aud then turned into the
managing editors office. Judith Bar.
tclmy 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 a picture
OF feminine loyeliness that innocentiy
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 az first failed 70 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
peadings Of her only living parent