Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1929-11-19

Read This First:
RoSalie March, seventeen, works
at the hosiery counter OF q depart
ment store, a position she secured
through the kindness OF Kenessa
DuBarry. an actress. who took pity
on her when Rosalie's mother died.
Rosalie is adored by her landlady,
Mother Murphy. and little Tim
OHara. the corner newsie. Alberto
MARITIME. the store detective, threat
ems Resale with arrest when ne
catches her with a pair OF silk
stockings she has taken until pay
day. He prevails upon her 70 hide
some ~suitcaSes in her room. Roy
Clarke Andrews, nephew Of the
store owner, asks Rosalie to marry
him. Martino's gang kidnaps Roy,
and when Rosalie threatens TO ex-
pose him, MARITIME is mysteriouSly
shot. The police arrive. OF course.
Rosalie is accused OF the murder,
and is taken to the station to be
questioned. Resale does not know
who shot MARITIME. After question:
ing. Rosalie is put in charge OF
Of Aunt Bessie, at the woman's
bureau
CNOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
CHAPTER IS
The Philadelphia newspaper
world was topsy turvy with two OF
the biggest stories they had ever had
at one time. The Roy Andrews dis
appearance-and the March Hate
FwA~uw ww~m~~ all nmNl4nR ~
that now. The Hate Murder"
Sob sisters were running riot,
singing ink pots full Of tears Tor
the greedy public. ,
Reporters dispatched 10 Rendale
came back with a v~erification OF the
fact that three months before Rosa
lie was an innocent little high school
Girl. There we're stories OF her
mothers death, their poverty-and
now, aided by an actress. she had
gone to Philadelphia to find work.
It was hot copy. There MUST be
a man back Of 1t somewhere. Where
had she got the gun? An innocent.
little seventeen-year-old girl, who
had never seen a gun in her whole
life before. 1t MUST be a love mo-
tive. And anyone who has ever been
neal a newspaper office knows that
a love motive Is to a city editor
what q red rag is to a bull.
He sees red headlines screaming
all the way across his red paper
like blood.
Such an editor was John Earle
Shannon of the Philadelphia Tri-
bune. or the new school. he be-
lieved IN giving the public what
they wanted. That's what he was
getting paid for
"Dowl Rowdy Dow!"
"His masters voice" Rowdy cup
bed an ear with his hand. got up
laziIy from his desk. and stretched.
Call me?"
Yves. shiftlesS-YOU."
Rowdy. with maddening leisure,
strolled v c and sat down on the
waste paper basket beside the city
desk. He had been christened Keith
Dow. And whoever first thought Of
the "Rowdy" gave him a handle that
fitted perfectly. He was exactly that.
A "rowdy dow" bOy-here TO-DAY, and
gone today.
Shannon grinned at him good ma
turedly. Sometimes he would have
liked TO knock his block off. Other
times he loved him like q brother.
And no one would deny that he was
one OF the best and n Of the worst
newspaper men in the United States.
How to keep him in one spot long
enough to get any good out Of him
was a question that had driven more
than one city editor out for q good
sized drink.
"Rowdy." Shannon leaned over
confidentially. as If he were about
to offer o large raise IN salary. I'm
going to put you on the Hate Muir
der"
Rowdy looked his disgust.
You WOULD. Amt I had enough
mclls with itchy trigger fingers to
deal with in my life without you