Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1910-02-05

and reached for his coat, which he
quickly donned.
"Show her in he called to the boy
Moore hastily retreated from the
room as Judith Bartelmy entered,
leaving the judges daughter alone
with the managing editor. McHenry
had long fiattered himself that he had
met many attractive women in his
time, but as he rose to meet Judith
Bartelmy and surveyed this fash
ionably gowned young woman he
made q mental note that she surpassed
them all. Her blond features were of
distinctly patrician cast. Her blue
eyes had the magnetic qualities so en-
We'd by the many less fortunate wo-
men. and the pure whiteness Of her
finely curved chin and neck was ad-
vantageously revealed by the low cut
collar Of her princess gown Of wine
colOred silk which clung to a figure
that celebrated artists had pronounced
unusual in it's symmetry.
II desire to complain about the ar
ticle attacking my father this morn
ing" the girl began.
"YesY' answered McHenry,
II wish an apology for it's
"Is this message from your Ia
ther"
"That's not the point. This is the
FIRST time in his life that any one has
ventured to question his honor. The
article is false. and | think your pa
per should apologize for it immedi-
ately.'
Before saying as to that" returned
the managing editor, II should have
to refer the matter to the new pro
prietor, Mr.. Nolan You know it is
not customary for a newspaper to
take back what it says"
The judges daughter raised her eye
brows in surprise as she drew close to
McHenrys desk, where he had resum,
ed his seat
II should think you'd have good
many lawsuits she suggested.
"Oh, no; not many. We go up to the
line, but we try not TO step over it."
He picked UP several newspapers from
his desk. For instance" scanning
the papers-"I don't think your father
will feel inclined to sue us" He rose
as if to end the interview
Judith, however, was not TO be thus
disposed of.
II don't want to detain you" she re-
marked, but J should like to ask you
who was responsible for that article"
She seated herself in chair which
McHenry indicated
I'VE never tell the name of our writ
ers," answered the managing editor
Her father had automatically sug-
gested to her that Wheeler Brand might
have written the story. This she found
difficult TO believe. But she must be
convinced, and one OF her motives in
visiting the newspaper had been to
ask him--to ask him to tell her that he
was not the author of the new attack
on her father. She must see him and
learn the truth from his lips alone.
us Mr. Brand in the Office nowY she
asked
"Yes, think So"
Would it be possible for me to see
him?"
why. yes. if you wish. I'll send
for him"
McHenry summoned the boy and
told him to "ask Mr.. Brand to come
in"
"We've noticed"-she hesitated-"all
his friends have noticed that he's be-
very radical lately" Judith
rose from the chair and stepped nerv-
ously toward the editors desk.
"Oh," he laughed, they all get that
when they're young, like the measles"
"And that's something they all get
over, isn't it?" she asked eagerly.
"Yes," responded McHenry. stirring
as though to leave the room.
Judith stepped squarely in front OF
his desk.
"But l don't want to disturb you.
Can't go to his Officer"
HE hasn't got any office, and they're
all punched in the local room in their
shirt sleeves smoking You wouldn't
like it. We haven't reception room."
laughed as he spoke.
In his shirt sleeves. rolled to his ell
bows, with quick steps and squared !
shoulders, Wheeler Brand, one of the
lblest men ON the city STAFF Of the
Advance. strobe into the office of the
editor through the door lead
ing from the city and telegraph rooms.
"Yes. sir,' he greeted McHenry,
Then he stopped short both in his
steps and in his speech. He had
caught sight of the managing editors
visitor. why. Judith he gasped.
What in heavens name are yoG doing
hereP ~ At this point words failed
him. and he stood staring at her, with
his breast heaving violently as the re-
suit OF his surprise.
The girl was also deeply disturbed In
spite of her previous knowledge that
she was to be confronted by the man
she loved
AfcHenry thought that the moment
had arrived when his presence was
no longer necessary.
Miss Bartelmy has asked TO see you