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A , I .' PACK TWO. , TIIK GASTONIA GAZETTE. FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 4, JtO. X t i f i CHANGE IN DEMOCRATIC PLANS. fjpeclal Committee Recommend to Fall Committee Important Chang' In the Party Organization A Legalised Primary Law U Predict ed. A special from Raleigh to yester day's Charlotte Observer says: The special committee of the Democratic State committee adjourn ed late tonight. Chairman Eller said it had decided to recommend to the full State committee, which he will call to meet In about thirty days, important changes in the par ty's plan of organisation bo as to provide for holding precinct meet Inga on a common day and the same system as to primaries and county conventions. Some of the commit tee feel that the solution of the question will be the enactment of a legalized primary law, but this will be for the whole committee to rec ommend if it seems proper, as, of course, It requires legislative action The other great change in the plan of organization which the speclaJ committee will recommend will be the adoption of the direct primary plan as the county executive com mittee may determine, endeavoring to meet conditions. The special committee has not fully completed Its work, but will continue It at home and when It is perfected the report to the whole committee will be made. Why Not Boycott Waste? New York World. Commenting on some phases of American life at the closs of his re cent visit to this country, Sir Thom as Lipton, who Is himself a dealer in groceries and provisions. and therefore presumably istereeted in their consumption, Mid the thing he could sot get used to was the great waste at American tables. This he ttkd noted alike in the home, the ho ts) and the restaurant. Enormous Quantities of food were carried from kitchen to table, to be toyed with more or less and then sent back use less and destined to the garbage pail For himself he remarked he could never bring himself to send his plate away with "leavings" on it The waste of meat struck him as particularly reprehensible. A liv ing creature had to be deprived of Its life to furnish a food for man of which man made the scantiest use. Huge steaks were served out of which only the tender spots were cut. The question of nutrition gave way entirely to taste or whim. No oil could forever produce food Hough to permit such waste. This observation will readily be confirmed by every observer of A merican habit. Desire and needs are kept as far apart as possible in the average mind. A boycott of waste would work a greater reform In the cost of American living than any other step that could be taken His Own Estimate. Catholic Standard and Times. "I'll give you a position as clerk to start with," said the merchant, "and pay you what you are worth. Is that satisfactory?" "Oh perfectly," replied the col lege graduate, "but er do you think the firm can afford It?" Fixed Ratio. Puck. ActoT (on the road: "I suppose you have no idea what the size of our house will be tonight? It var ies, doesn't It?" Native: "Well, you kin generally tell purty accurately by dividing the cumber of people in the company by two." TBE FOURTH ESTATE " Novelized by Frederick r. Toombs From the Great Play of the Same Name by Joseph Medlll Patter son and Harriet Ford. Copyright. 1000. by Joteph Mcdlll Patterson and Harriet Ford. SYNOPSIS. CHAPTER I. Judith Bartelmy, society woman, goes to the office of the. Daily Advance to protest against story which had severely criticised Iter father, a Judge of the United fftates court She discovers that the author of the article was Wheeler Brand a brilliant young writer Whom she had promised . to marry. He refuses to cease attacking her father. II Judith discards her en gagement ring. Dupuy, a lawyer, representing big advertisers, calls and demands Brand's discharge, as his clients are friends of Judge Bar telmy. Ill Brand Is dlcharged by the managing editor, for the paper, longed owned by an Insurance com pany, had been friendly to corpora tions. Michael Nolan, who boys the paper, comes in the office and finds Dupuy to be an old enemy of his IV Nolan calls for Brand and makes him managing editor. V Brand tells Nolan and his socially ambit ious family that the dishonest Judge. Bartelmy, and his unsuspecting daughter have taken them up social ly so as to try to induce Nolan not to attack the Judge In hla newspaper. VI. Dupuy aids Bartelmy In en deavoring to have Brand and the Advance avoid attacking the Judge regarding a tricky opinion he has rendered in the Lansing Iron case. "Every man has his price, even Brand." says Dupuy. VII Nolan says If Brand will trap Bartelmy in the act of offering him a bribe to keeD silent that the Advance will print the story in full. VIII Bar telmy agrees to pay Brand J 10,000 to keep quiet about the Lansing Iron case. IX Brand lays the trap for Bartelmy. X Bartelmy arrives at the Advance office to pay Brand the $10,000. XI Brand, aided by three reporters, takes a flashlight photograph of Bartelmy offering the 10,000 bribe money and obtains by a most ingenious telephone trick an accurate record of the Judge's words as he counted out the money. CHAPTER XII. M IDNIGHT in the rooms of a leading dally paper in a big siftw I a nnt Hm, vhon rtfarft. eSSf ful slumber is in order for those who are concerned in the busi ness of producing the paper. It is the time when trained brains and trained hands are exerted to the extreme limit of their capacity to get the very latest news into shape, into type, into the press, into the mail wagons and "on we street And it is in the' composing room where the brunt of the battle is borne in the final hours in which is complet ed the record of a world's doings and undoings for s day. Masses of "copy" swirl upward in the tubes or are car ried in by boys from the city editorial room. The typesetting machines click. click, click, in unceasing monotony, and the proofreaders scan columns of "green proofs" with s rapidity, when under pressure, that would amaze the uninitiated observer. The "makeup" men cluster around the cumbersome tables or "stones" on which the forms are made up, lifting in the metal lines of type here, making corrections or shifting cuts there and locking the forms to be shunted into the stereotype room, where the paper matrices will be made. When the matrix is placed in the casting box the molten stereo type metal is poured in. and within a very few minutes the cylindrical plates, hardened quickly in the cast ing box by the pouring of cold water into the Jacket are locked on the cyl inders of the gigantic duodecuple press and ready to whirl off over 100 copies of a paper per second, all print ed, pasted, folded and counted. Midnight in the offices of the Ad vance on the night that Judge Bartel my's photograph was taken with $10.- 000 of bribe money in his bands found the staff of the paper in all depart ments working as probably they had never worked before, except on elec tlon night The story required con siderable time for preparation. The notes of Howard and Jeff, the two re porters who recorded the conversation of Brand and Bartelmy. had to be translated from shorthand Into Eng lish. Then an introduction and a head had to be written, and tbe art department had to break all previous records In turning out a cut made from the photograph resulting from tbe flashlight. In tbe composing room men were working like galley slaves to get the great Bartelmy exposure story into type and into the forms. The com posing room iu tbe Advance building was a "double decker"!, e., a second story bad beeu built in the rear part of the room to accommodate tbe proof readers. This secoud story was really but a half story, extending out over a portion of the composing room, nnd the walls were partitions, tbe lower half of wood and the upper half of glass windows. On tbe lower floor the linotype ma chines were set In rows. A steam table loomed on one side. On another table, an lronbound one. rested tbe galleys containing matter for tbe night's edi tion of the paper. At tbe extreme left of the room a wooden partition shut off tbe small office that tbe managing editor used at ulght whenhe superin tended tbe makeup proceedings. A door opened into this small room from the outer hall, close to a door open ing from tbe ball Into the composing room Itself. At tbe opposite end of the compartment a door opened into the composing room. In his small in cisure Brand, the managing .editor, had a desk and a telephone. Adjoin ing the partition, which shut him off from the composing room and on the outside of It was s desk used by the copy cutters, who cut the pages of manuscript after they bad been past ed together into "takes." a take is one of the sections Into which a story is cut so that several compositors can work on different parts of the same story simultaneously, resulting in tbe saving of considerable time in setting It up. The typesetting machines clicked off rapidly the words, sentences and pars graphs of the Bartelmy "beat" and the other stories which' bad to be crowded Into tbe "null edition." Brand was In his little room at tbe right reading the proof of tbe Introduction of tbe sccount ot tbe act-uiwtloo of the Doited States judge, whkh introduc tion be 'had cboseu to write himself. McHenry, tbe deposed managing ed itor and now Brand's assistant, was st tbe forms with the makeup men. A boy rushed Ju with s cut for Me- Henry. The busy editor squinted at it and waved tbe boy to one side. "Why do tbey scud us this baled bay when we've got a live oueY" be said disgustedly. Downs came In from tbe city room. "That Cllntou street lire Is getting better every tuluute." he said to Mc Henry. "We ought to bare at least four columns ou It" McHenry glared at tbe speaker. "Are you t-rsxy. man?" he exclaimed. Do you tbluk we use rubber type? f ou'll have to keep it lu three." Downs was dimtatistled. "All right This shp is going to the d I." be auswered. shaking bis bead negatively. He weut out of tbe com posing room. McHenry went over to one of the makeup stones. "Where are tbe cuts for tbe Chicago and Bryan Jump beads; 1 can't hud them anywhere." he asked. "Here they are," answered one of the makeup ineu. "All right. Tbey go there." He point ed to a space in one of tbe forms ss s boy bsuded blm another cut. Mc Henry beld it up to tbe light and hur ried iuto Brand's office with it He laid it proudly on tbe managing edi tor's desk. "That's a wouder, Mac!" pronounced Brand. McHenry agreed. "Yes: rou can almost count tbe money in old Hartelmy's band!" be ex claimed, and he peered closely once more at tbe metal slab. Brand meditated a moment "I'm going to change tbe makeup on that Daire." be decided. "Put this cut at the top of the page, so that when tbe papers are folded on tbe news stands every one that passes by will see Bartelmy offering a bribe of SIO. OOO to suppress tbe truth about him self. Is your story all up yet?" "Yes. it's In tbe form." "Then go finish It off and send It down to tbe stereotyping room," McHenry turned away. "Won't this make tbe Patriot sick?" be said as be left "They'd give tbe shirts off their backs to beat us on a Btory like this or to keep as from doing it to them." As McHenry went out of the door Into tbe composing room Sylvester Nolan dasbed into Brand's room from tbe ball through the other door. Tbe lad was plainly excited, bis face show ing an amount of animation that for him. was a decided novelty. His eyes flashed and bis breath came In short gasps, indicating that be bad been hurrying. Where's my father, Mr. Brand? Where is be?" be gasped. Brand suspected something of the Nolan son's erraud. "I'm afraid you'll ba,ve to find him," was tbe only information be cbose to Impart. Young Nolan drew close to the desk at which tbe managing editor was working. Judge Bartelmy wants him." be ex claimed. "Tbe Judge, tbe judge! Don't you understand?" "Does be?" asked Brand wltb ut most uncoucern. Sylvester grew impatient at bis fa ther's employee who dared assume in difference toward bis father's only son. "1 want to know where he is," he demanded. Well, I can't tell you." Brand rose and stepped away, with Sylvester fol lowing bim. "I understand that you are going to publish something about the judge that's beyond tbe limit," said the son. Possibly." Well, this thing's gone far enough," "That cut t a tconder. Mac!' snapped Sylvester. "In the absence of my father I forbid It Do you hear?" Brand took up a bundle of proofs and moved to tbe door. I'm afraid 1 can't take orders from you. be said, and be stepped calmly out Into the composing room. Sylvester, nonplused, looked about uncertainly 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. SylveBter Nolan. Get me the house on the wire. please." An office boy entered. '"Wbst do yon mean by trying to prevent me from coming up here?" asked yocsg isoian. ' "My orders. !.., vK ,'; ' ' -' "You're discharged." ' The boy grin ned s mused ly and hurried out. i ;Plo! .Hello!" continued Byl vaster at the telephone. "Is this you, moth er? I went to sneak to, father. I'm at the Advance office. Hell's breaking loose te re. and I want blm to come down quick. Isn't be there? i Where Is bel Expecting bltn any niluute? Ob! Jump in a taxi and come down. will you? All t right Good!" He buog up tbe recelverand walked awlfUy Into tbe ball to leave tbe build ing. Downs Ji o d Brand entered tbe little room. "There Is a big fire In Clinton street" tbe for mer said. "Mc Henry won't give 'Jump in a taxi nnd me room, but e com got to bare It." 'That's It Tbe good stuff slwsys comes In bunches," said Brand, show ing his disgust. ."What else you got?" "Your cub, Powell, just came In with a prose poem on a dance ball suicide." "Let's see It" Tbe managing editor looked at tbe story, smiling broadly as he did so. "8eud blm In." Tbe voice of Edward Dupuy was heard outside. "Is Mr. Brand In there?" "Here; yon csn't go In there." a voice was heard In warning, and Brand looked up. "Oh. yes.. I can." was tbe cool re sponse, and Dupuy walked In. "Brand, "Oet out or I'll throw you outi" yon print that picture of Judge- Bar telmy and your paper's aa good as dead." be threatened. Brand smiled. "Oh. we'll try to struggle on." "Tbe whole thing was a dirty piece of trickery, and we can prove it" "Go ahead and prove it" "We'll prove it was a faked picture,' snarled tbe lawyer. "What are you going to do?" "Never mind what we'll do." Dupuy now delivered the prize threat that be bad saved for use in tbe last extremity, should it arise, and be was justified In assuming that it bad arisen. 'A temporary injunction would cer tainly issue in a case like this," be said sternly. "I'll get one and close your sbop." "Sure! That's tbe thing! Get Bar telmy to issue one." suggested tbe managing editor sarcastically. "1 will and put a stop to your game! This muck raking' mania is sweeping tbe country like a disease, breeding madmen everywhere. Brand, this is your finish!" He shook his fist vio lently. Brand jumped up in anger and strode toward tbe lawyer lobbyist. "Now, you get out of here or I'll throw you out!" he announced botly. "You will, will you? Yon just wait!" Dupuy backed slowly out of the door way. Brand hastened out into tbe com posing room. "Mac, they're beginning to squirm already!" be cried. "We'll make tbem squirm more In tbe morning," responded the night edi tor significantly. ' ' CHAPTER XIII. B RAND, busily engaged in writ ing tbe caption for tbe cut that was to reveal Bartelmy in bis true light was inter rupted once more this time by the en trance of tbe greenish bued face of the poet reporter, Powell. "You sent for me, sir?" asked tbe new scribe. "So you've covered a suicide?" said Brand. "Powow'a" eyes rolled wildly. He clasped his bands and bis knees shook In his horror at what be had learned. "Ob, yessir a terrible sight! -I shaH dre-e-e-a-m of It. sir! It would take a Dante to write of It Oh'I" "What was this girl's nrme?" asked Brand In matter of fact tones. "Madeline." "Madeline what?" ' "Her last name," the poet asked dazedly. "I guess I don't ..remember. Ob, yes. it was Jenks Madeline Jenks!" He spoke feverishly. Brand picked up the poet s first newspaper story and began to read It In spite of the high pressure of events that night In tbe Advance office, in spite of bis ever present fear that Bar- In r falmy and Dupuy might la some way persuade Nolan to order tbe sensational bribery story hilled, this many sided youug wait found 'tbe time to bother wltb I be fsaiastk' young poet reporter aad his fsutastic first article. ; "Madeline Jenks, ebr commented Brand, turning over tbe pages, "Well, the first place you mention ber name la on page 8." r a, ' He plucked off the Aat-two pagea and threw them on tbe floor.' ' Powell winced pali: fully at the massacre of his first reportortal offspring," "Begin I, there." said Brand. Powell lunged idowowsrd - to' "rescue ' bis first 'two I pages, but Brand kicked them away from blm. "Where d she live?" be nexl asked. Powell clasped bis bands and gazed plaintively at tbe celling. "Over a chop suey cafe, air." "Number and street?" "Two forty-three and a half West Pearl street." Brand threw away two more pages,! Powell watching blm anxiously the while. "Put that next Here. Madeline Jenks." Brand began to write, "an In mate of 24314 West Pearl street What did she dor "Sbe destroyed herself utterly!" the new reporter walled. Brand went on writing. "Is she dead?" -Yea, sir." "Shot and killed herself-wbear "Tonight at 9 o'clock." Brand wrote on. "Last night at 9 o'clock. Why?" Powell answered very intensely: "Ob. ahe could no -longer face tbe ghast lines of ber existence. Sbe knew she"- "Sbe was weary of Ufa In the streets." "1 don't blame ' ber," Brand com mented to himself. He turned to Powell. 'There's your story. Thirty words-you bad 3.000. Aud remember tbe story of the creation was told in 600 words." Powell picked up the pagea of bis story which Brand bad discarded and walked dejectedly away. "Mac," Brand ordered, "here's a dance nail suicide. Put It wltb local brevities, will you?" Bad Brand at this moment been able to see tbrough.tbe wsll that separated the composing room from the, hall be would have witnessed a sight that would nave deprived him of some oi too self possession that marked bis present demeanor. A figure clad In an elaborate evening gown crept softly up tbe stairway, stood Irresolutely at the landing and then turned Into tbe managing editor's office. Judith Bar telmy probably never looked more beautiful In her life than sbe did that night A flush of excitement enhanced the soft allurement of ber exquisite features, and tbe tow cut neck of ber sleeveless gown completed a picture of feminine loveliness that innocently enough on her part was admirably adapted to tbe purpose Judge Bartelmy had in his unprincipled mind when be sent ber to tbe Advance office. "You are my only hope," be bad told ber after Dupuy had at first failed to lo cate Nolan. "You must go and plead wltb Wheeler Brand or else I am ruined. Your father will be ruined ab solutely." At tbe sight of her father's emotion and yielding to tbe fervent pleadings of ber only living parent she had willingly consented to under take tbe mission. Unpleasant' though sbe knew. It would be. sbe believed it her duty to stand by In bis hour of dire need tbe father whom sbe loved, the father whom sbe did not know. As sbe entered the office snd paused in conjecture as to just bow she would proceed sbe beard footsteps hurriedly ascending tbe stairs, and. withdrawing into a shadow In a corner, sbe saw Michael Nolan and Mrs. Nolan cross the hall and disappear into tbe com posing room. Thank heaven!" sbe murmured fer vently. "They will stop this story, which father says is a horrible lie." Wheeler Brand will never forget he "Remember the itory of the creation was tola in 600 words." has since said so from tbe depths of his soul tbe shock that went through him when be saw Nolan, accompanied by his wife, 'making their way toward him on that memorable night McHenry was speaking when they entered.' "There is your first page. Brand." he was saying, "and it sends Bartelmy to state prison." The managing editor gazed approv ingly at the appearance of the page of type and tbe cut in tbe form as it lay exposed on one of. tbe stones under a . shaded electric light. He looked up to congratulate McHenry on the man ner In which he had . completed the makeup of tbe page when hla jaw sud denly fell. IIli eyes took on so amazed stare. He was looking straight over the night editor's shoulder. McHenry ."l '', ''iy-- ' i ..'. "V. "'v " caught Brand's expression and whirled about The be, too, saw the owner of the Advaort and his wife draw near. The triumphant air with which the wife aud mother sailed along by bis side boded no good to Brand and his story.; ,...-.'.; . t :;:;. ."V"'.;',- Nolan paused In front of the form without looking at the contents at first. ." ' '" ; f. ',." ' V v t ."Wheeler." be said kindly, "Prs been notified about this story, and I think "Be thinks fee's a great reformer and knows it alL", It best that I read it carefully myself, analyze it and learn all tbe circum stances under which It was procured before I allow It to go to press. That Is a task which cannot be done In the short 'time that remains before press time, so we bad best 'let it go -over until tomorrow delay It one day. That won't hurt tbe story any." Mrs. Nolan clutched at the ex-miner's arm and cried shrilly: "Now, now', Michael, that's not your usual way to explain things to one ot your employees. 'Order bim to de stroy all this miserable stuff about the judge at once. Don't hesitate like this. Think what It. means to me. to the children, to us." she pleaded. "There, there, mother;-you keep out of this," said Nolan kindly, yet firmly. "I'm trying to do the best I can for you. If a because of you that I'm here now. But you see" Ed Dupuy burst excitedly in upon them, and as the typesetters were be ginning to become distracted from their work owing to the unusual situa tion Brand began to fear that this new intruder would prove tbe final demor alizer of tbe entire night shift "Mr. Nolan." cried Dupuy, "we haven't a minute to lose! Tbey are almost ready to go to press." He look ed Intently st the newspaper owner. "Yes, quite right We do go to press very soon." cried Brand confidently. "and I know Michael Nolan is tbe man who will order it done." "Michael." cried Mrs. Nolan at tbe top of ber voice, which rose sharply over the din of tbe typesetting ma chines, "are you going to stand for this? Mr. Brand acts as if be owned tbe Advance and treats you ss if you were tbe office boy. He thinks he's a great reformer and knows it all. We other people have a right to our opin ions, too. and I don't see why you and your family should be made to suffer on account of bim as we have bad to ever since you took him up." Judith Bartelmy beard tbe stormy scene, lived a part of It herself hud dled in the managing editor's office. She felt that Nolan would not let tbe atory be used from what she had heard, and she could not suppress a pang of pain that pierced her heart at what - she believed to be the fanat ical vindictiveness of Wheeler Brand against ber father. Yet she was a true woman, and she could not iu spite ot ber loyalty to her parent avoid feeling a touch of pride at bis strength of character, bis determina tion, at tbe sacrifices be had made, to accomplish what be believed, even if foolishly, to be his duty. Tbey don't need me," she finally, muttered, and. gathering up her costly skirts, she tripped daintily across the paper strewn floor, out Into the hall and down to her carriage. Nolan dropped his bead in thought when his wife bad finished ber tirade. He paced up and down nervously. He looked at tbe clock, then at the form with Its accusing contents, then st Brand, then at bis wife. "I'll go and telephone Judge Bar telmy." put in Dupuy. "Hell be anx ious." The lawyer took himself off. Brand saw tbe danger of delay. He doubted if any man would be able to . successfully withstand tbe pressure that Bartelmy and Nolan's family would be able to bring to bear on the owner in another twenty-four hours. "No, nor he exclaimed to Nolan. "You would fail me again. I have-. tried to prove this judge's guOt to the ' people, but I fear I have only succeed ed In proving- it to his dsughter. A day's delay would be fatal. I know. -At least Bartelmy could get another judge to Issue an Injunction against us even if he would not dare to do it himself. And there are other steps he might take." ' V 7 His voice rose higher. sndbe worked " himself Into a fxenxy of esrnestness. He stood before the little group gatb- ' ered around the ink black form and continued his Impassioned words: r . ; "Ton know I thought we were going I 1
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