The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1912-03-23

i Twenty miutes later, she was
back at the Office speedily tipping her
report of a successful interview with
the famous public benefactor Hon.
John Arnold Morse"
What's the trouble, Nan? You're
not yourself today"
Donald Morse, Sporting Editor of
the Daily Mirror, leaned over Mans
desk, and looked into her eyes.
Nan smiled. She usually smiled
when Don looked at her. But beneath
the smile there was now a trace of
mental suffering.
What makes you think there's
trouble?'' she asked. I'm busy try
ing to describe some gowns seen at
last nights reception
Good job. That was clever in
terview you got with the guv'nor,
yesterday. I presume you told him
of your friendship with the son who
turned deaf ear to his law school
pleading, and persisted in writing
| sport stuff for the press. | suppose
you even told him that I've been MAX
ing love to you"
| Nan frowned.
"Of course not! Don, please don't
bother me just now! You're sup
posed to be busy"
He laughed heartily.
why, so am! Thanks for the tip!
I've got to consult with Griggs about
running those Varsity crew pictures.
So long,"
| Nan was glad when he was gone.
Her knowledge of his fathers guilt
made her uncomfortable in his
presence. Loving Don as she did, it
seemed as If she must make every
effort to keep the truth from him. At
| the same time, the truth so insist
emily cried for freedom that she
| feared she would blurt it out at any
moment.
The Office boy entered with card.
Edward M. Burns, Esq.
Il knew he'd come" sighed Nan.
Yes, I'll see him."
He swung in with a nervous stride.
Thought I'd see you before beard
ing the editor" he began.
How does it happen that you
haven't used a thing about what you
heard yesterday? Thought I'd see it
in big letters, either last night or this
morning. What's the matter? Saw
ing it?'
please sit down, Mr.. Burns, and
| be a little calmer." said Nan, fencing
for time.
mo, thanks. Calm? I'm as calm
as l ever am. But you're not. You
know you ought to use that story! If
you don't feel equal to it, turn your
facts over to Dayton or Flag. They
can serve it up all right. But it be-
longs to you. You were on the spot.
You heard Morse try to bride me to
keep my mouth shut on the Suburban
Lighting Deal! You know just what
he offered me. Why, it would be the
biggest scoop the Mirror ever got!"
please don't talk so loud!" begged
Nan, glancing about the little Office
which she and Donald shared.
Il don't care who hears!" said
Burns, rubbing his fingers through his
tawny hair. THE truths got to come
out! John Morse has put his foot on
me from the time I was a struggling
law student. He's done the same to
scores of others, but they didn't dare
whine. I didn't whine, but played my
cards. I worked him, | tortured him,
and at last l got him to the point
where he tried to bride me,-bribe
me to keep quiet! That was what !
wanted! That was proof of his guilt!
got him to that point yesterday
afternoon. I heard someone step into
the outer Office. He didn't hear, so l
pushed him harder, knowing that !
had a witness. He repeated his bribe
and made it stronger. And you heard
him! You, the representative of a
clean, truth-loving newspaper, heard
the proof, but you hesitate at giving
it OF the public!"
Nan supported herself against the
desk.
II do hesitate, Mr.. Burns" she
said. Il have reasons for hesitat-
ing"
Reasons? 1t can't be that you're
in love with that cunning, gray
headed old rascal, John Morse!"
What's that you're saying?"
Donald Morse stepped into the
room, clapped Burns upon the shoul.
der, and whirled him half around.
I'm saying nothing that you can
object to or contradict, young man, -
said Burns, in no way nonplussed.
Il do object,-if you were speaking
of my father!" snapped Don.
Burns blinked up at young Morse's
crimson face.
I'm sorry that happens to be the
case" said the lawyer; you've a
right to object, but you can't con-
tradict"
/ Contradict what?"
"The fact that your father. Hon.