The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1911-01-05

Henry. I'VE ought tn have at least
four columns on It."
McHenry glared at the speaker.
Are you crazy. man, he exclaimed.
do you think we use rubber type?
You'll have to keep it in three"
Downs was dissatisfied.
''All right. This shop is going to the
d." he answered. shaking his head
negatively. He went out Of the COM
posing room.
McHenry went over to one Of, the
makeup stones.
Where are the cuts for the Chicago
and Bryan jump heads: l can't find
them anywhere" he asked.
Here they are" answered one Of
theAmakeup men.
"AlI right. They go there" he point
ed to a space in one of the forms as
a boy handed him another cut. Nc
Henry held it up to the light and hur-
ried into Brands office with it. He
laid it proudly on the managing edi-
tors desk.
That's wonder, Mac" pronounced
Brand.
McHenry agreed.
Yes; you can almost count the
money in old Bartelmy's hand!' he ex-
claimed. and he peered closely once
more at the metal slab.
Brand meditated a moment.
Pm going to change the makeup on
that page" be decided. Put this cut
at the top of the page. so that when
the papers are folded on the news
stands every one that passes by will
see Barteimy offering a bribe of $1O,
OOO to suppress the truth about him
self. is your story all up yety'
Yes. It's in the FORM
'"Then go finish it off and send it
down to the stereotyping ROOM"
McHenry turned away.
Won't this make the Patriot sick?"
he said as be left. They'd give the
shirts off their backs to beat us on
story like this or to keep US from
doing it to them"
As McHenry went out of the door
into the composing room Sylvester
Nolan dashed into Brands room from
the hall through the other door. The
lad was plainly excited. his face show
ing an amount of animation that, for
him. was decided novelty. His eyes
flashed and bis breath came In short
gasps. indicating that he had been
hurrying.
where's my father. Mr.. Brand?
Where is he:" he gasped.
Brand suspected something of the
Nolan sons errand.
I'm afraid you'll have to ind him."
was the only information he chose to
impart.
Young Nolan drew close to the desk
at which the managing editor was
working.
Judge Bartelmy wants him." he ex-
claimed. THE judge. the judge! Don't
you understands
Does he?" asked Brand with ut
most unconcern.
Sylvester grew impatient at his ia
theirs employee who dared assume in
difference toward his fathers only son.
Il want to know where he is" be
demanded
We'll, 1 can't tell you" Brand rose
and stepped away, with Sylvester fol-
lowing him.
Il understand that you are going to
publish something about the judge
that's beyond the limit" said the son.
Possibly"
"Well. this things gone far enough"
snapped Sylvester. I'm the absence Of
my father forbid it. Do you hear:"
Brand took up a bundle of proofs
and moved to the door.
Pm afraid l can't take orders from
you." he said. and he stepped calmly
out into the composing room.
Sylvester, nonplused, looked about
uncertainty for a moment Then, with
a sudden thought. he went to the tele.
phone.
He placed the receiver at his ear.
Hello. Hello. I'm Mr.. Sylvester
Nolan. Get me the house on the wire.
please" An Office boy entered. What
do you mean by trying to prevent me
from coming up here:" asked young
Nolan.
"My orders
You're discharged" The boy grin
1co ddIuScuiy duu IuEEleu OUT.
Hello. Hello"' continued Sylvester
at the telephone. lis this you, moth
er: | want to speak TO father. I'm
at the Advance office. Heli's breaking
loose here, and / want him to come
down quick. Isn't he there? Where
is he? Expecting him any minute: Oh.
~ Jump in a taxi
~ and come down,
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[tHN will you? All
SE&N right. Goodw
u A~ He hung up the
-MNN> receiver nd
- NV 49, walk d swiftly
tN >MG into the hall to
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" ~ leave the build
AT ing.
Downs and
ll1 Brand entered the
W little room.
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ms fire in Clinton
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WI mer said. Me
Henry won't pivo