The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-04-04

situation just If to do anything at ail we've got to keep the paper going. And the story doesn't seem to be worth anything The other papers have promised to keep it out"
 McCabe hung up the receiver and turned to the women. 'Your story doesn't sound very plausible" he said to her, 'but I'll look into it."
 But when the door closed behind her he grew suddenly energetic '"Tel Goodrich to in here, he shouted to his boy. and then jumped to big map Of the State that hung the wall There was the river road there the State line, and here just beyond it. the trifing little town of Meadve That must be the place. surely What county is Mead vile in?" he asked Goodrich. that individual in.
 Goodrich told him.
 "Wre the courthouse there at once and find if R. J. Walker Jr, got marriage license recently Call up some one in Meadville--the postmaster, any, one-and get the of all the preachers in town Then phone lem, if they've got phones wire them immediately if they haven't, if any of them married Walker last night Hustle man in a taxi cab at to the Suburban Inn and find out who was with Walker when he was,there last night. And rush to TIP Reservoir Stree for photograph of Miss Florence Stevens. We've got one of young walker, haven't we! speed 'em up, all or 'em. Mafk the story Hold for release by m,"
 Goodrich hurried out At least we'll get the facts" McCabe said to himseIf and then, although it his busy part of the day. he spent half hour musing over what G. T. had said to him. "I suppose G. ITS right" observed inwardly at end of that time we must keep the paper going" And yet again. hours later he mounted the steps the composing room to take last look at the forms he repeated to himself "I suppose we've got to keep the paper going.''
 Nevertheless, when the last edition of the Press appeared the streets, there the first page under a scare-head and comprehensively illustrated, glowing of the elopement of Miss Stevens and young Walker, and quite extended interview with the preacher who performed the ceremony. McCabe usual, waited fin the press for the first copy man, handed it to him, with his eye the pictures
 Rotten again." he said, though they'll come up little better when we've run off few copiesr sa-
 1T tell you," he went angrily, the faults in the stereotyping. Walters do better than that if he wants to. You know I'm knocker, Mir McCabe but that's the Gods truth"
 McCabe went straight to his and sent for Walters But when the door opened two three minutes later it admit the foreman of the stereotypers but the little woman who had visiting him that morning.
 "Oh," she cried, q couldn't go away without thank ing you: If you've sister of your own you know how feel and how grateful to you. You see, I know something of the newspaper business. know what I big advertiser Mir. Walker is. know how interested he in keeping that out. know how difficult it must have been for you to print 1t. But you won't regret it. Good-by and God bless you"
 She turned to go stopping abruptly the sight of Walters who had entered.
 Mary" he cried, "why didn't you tell of ths?'
 The looked from Walters to McCabe. My husband" she gasped
 "oh," she answered, "I didn't find out what was doing until after you left this morning and didn't knov what you'd think of my appealing to Mr. Mo Cabe, but you've told me much about him knew he would be the to help So to him. And it has turned out all right"
 McCabe looked curously at the stereotyper You'd better go home with your wife," he said gently for him. "I'll talk to you in the morning."
 On the threshold of the door Walters hesitated turned. balanced himself awkwardly for a moment
 'I suppose it's about those cuts," he said, shame facedy, q think I've found where tae t1vub= es and they'll be all rlgnr n-.-==.-r.
 And they were The Press the next day. so antly its pictures show forth, looked like one C. the illustrated London weeklies G. T. got his CODY at the City Club and called up McCabe at once
 'How did you do it ?" he asked, deghtedly ''Those cuts are the best ever."
 "Oh" said McCabe, genially, "I took your advice You told me to fire somebody. and have. I've fired Rogers"
 Copyright, 1910. by Metropolitan Newspaper syndscoa