Milford chronicle., 1915-08-13
CHAPTER ~.
copartners For the Public Good.

and Cole improved the paper
vastly. using half tone cuts and en-
gaging special writer's. They planned
an elaborate expose of Sacc-Ozone and
Multikurol, and the day the first ar
tlcle of the campaign appeared Boyd
sternly demanded of Duncan how his
arrangement with Editor Cole had
been violated.
"Why," the patent medicine king
shouted excitedly, "this attack is ten
times worse than the first one! II
saws that my factory, where Sacc-
Ozone is made. by its unhealthy con-
ditions breeds the very diseases that
the medicine is claimed to cure and
that Sacc- Ozone does not cure it at all
Think Of that cursed statement! It
SAYS that I buy more opium than any
one else in America. 1t tells about
that fool Doyle that you dlscharg-
ed. and there is an affidavit signed by
him that says our employees have to
drink whisky during working hours
because the bad air tires them. He
sWears that there isn't a ventilator in
the building. There are two. They
are in my private Office"
an fix that Colev' snarled Duncan.
'Tn destroy him or else he will de-
stroy u.s."
"COme with me- said Boyd. eve
will go over to the Clarion office now"
And they did so.
Their reception was not altogether |
cordial.
Cole was at his desk when the irate
couple arrived. They went right in
past the office boy without deigning to
send in their cards.
"You cheap fakerr' cried Duncan.
you'll suffer for this!'
Boyd stood at one side, and his
strong face wore a grim, determined
smile.
Cole looked up from his work.
How can l suffer when l don't own
the paper?"
Boyd and Duncan exchanged a sur
prised glance.
Duncan went on:
you don't? How's thatT'
"I've sold out"
"WhO TOP"
",The office boy"
Brand, who was standing outside the
managing editors door, doubled up in
merriment
Boyd stiffened and flushed in his
anger at the answer.
Duncan, by his side, glowered at Cole
and retorted
"Huh. Smarty. Smarty gave party
and nobody came Well we're here at
your party, Mr.. Smarty, and you'll live
to wish that you had never started on
this line of yellow journal vandalism.
Who owns this miserable rag2"
He waved a copy Of the days Clarion
in the editors face.
Cole did not bulge an inch. He turn
ed his face away from Duncan and re-
sumed writing an editorial for the next
days paper.
Brand and the Clarion had combined
their fight on Boyd with a spirited cam
paign to prevent tuberculosis, and they
were receiving most valuable coop ]
Grafton from the EverytOwn Anti-tu-
berculosis society. As a coincidence,
when Boyd and Duncan called, the ed
ltorial he was writing was one COM
nending the society for its work. 1t !
had conducted a hearing before the
mayor and recommended that the city
a tuberculosis sanatorlum. |
The men swung away to the door, /
and Brand lodged into an adjoining t
office. i
The editor turned and called after his |
visitors: 1
Il can't tell you who owns the Cla-
'iOn because 1 don't know my office /
boys last name. think his first name t
s Willie" j
The pair snorted in their contempt S
'or Cole and his wit and stOrmed into t
he elevator vowing vengeance on their t
Zoe. T
"Its a case Of the devil take the D
lindmost," grunted Duncan, "and we t
must keep well to the fore. I'll put a d
letective on the job, and wen soon find ii
'ut whether Cole has sold his paper or @
lot and to whom he sold it, if it really o
las left his possession" n
BOYD nodded apprOVlngly. n
I'VE have the brains and the money n
nd pun to beat him in this matter. q
We conservative business men and the
thers like us in Everytown cannot 81
ford to have an independent newspa- n
er here Next thing we know the $,
larion will be attacking the railroads. ii
he insurance companies and even our HI
oard of councilmen and our mayor" h
The men separated. W
do what you think best" was h,
oyd's parting advice.
IN take a chance on something des- W
crate If l have to" replied the brutal hi
uncan. 81 have an idea that the days fiji
the Clarion are numbered" st
The factory manager soon had