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THE ALEDFORD MAIL TRIBUNE, MEDFORD, OREGON, AVEDNIDSDAY, FI01UUTAHY 1(5, l!)t(),
In "The Fourth Ettafc" the
affectiyrenets of rtespajcrs
tn
fearlessly exposing political
and judicial corruption and the
safeguard tkey are to the public
ere interestingly and convinc
ingly set forth. A young, earnest
newspaper writer end editor is
the central figure, end his bat
tles with a dishonest United
States judge against bigedds and
against the cunningly under
handed machinations of the air
yer lobbyist Depuy form one of
the most vahuible as well as
moat entertaining pieces of fic
tion of the day. That the false
judge's daughter, the reigning
beauty in the fashionable life of
leading city, shoutd play a
sensational part in this gripping
story of strong honest men and
mjT strong dishonest men, fight
ing each other in a war of dol
lars, evidences the romantic
possibilities of the narrative.
This is a story of today's
America, a fact story torn oat of
Jife's. book,, dealing with the most
vital issues that confront every
ene of us. Romance end humor
vie with stirring action for su
premacy in this instructive and
fascinating novel,, which teaches
that the path of duty is the path
to love and happiness and that
in success, nobly won, lie re
wards of greater and more last
ing value than in a triumph ig
nobly and mare easily gained.
I .-ill'
cnAPTEn i.
Burke said lhr vera three es
tates In parliament, but la the re
porter eallcry yonder tkere sal a.
Fourth Estate mora Important far
than they all. Carlyle
SHE stToucc- In the maasglag
editor's roots of the Dally
Advance- was abruptly broken
by the- entrance of Boss Mc
Xleury throusU a prlrate door. His
eighteen years of active newspaper
work Id a career extending fro hi cab
Teporterhood to his p reseat Important
efflco had drilled into him tho Becesaity,
even the habit, of constant action,
quick thought, keen and accurate per
ception and readiness for eB&ergescie.
He hastily threw off his coat, glanced
at several papers laid on bis desk
while he was out at dinner and seated
himself in- his managerial chair. He
wrote a few rapid words on a pad of
paper at his right band as he pushed
a button with bis left to summon aa
efflce boy.
"Any one here- while-1 was gsaeT
ULcIIeary queried sharply as the boy
entered1.
"Yes, sir. Woman whose boy was
pinched wants to keep It out of tb'
paper. Been outside two hours. She's
alula' outside, an bawls an bawls an
bawls.."'
'"Tcir fier wo're printing a sewspa
per and I've left for tho night
"Then there- was a few phone calls.
"We handled 'em at 'crept th last He
man nam
ed Nolan, an' be
wanted ter see
yotLT
Bfc Henry im
mediately be
came interested.
"What'd you
tell hiinr he
asked, rising.
That you was
to th thcayter."
The managing
editor picked up
a Congressional
Directory and
shied it forcibly
at the lad.
"Wen, next
time, young man,
you tell him I're
"Whafd you tell just stepped
Mmt" down to the
might editor's room. Nolan; remember
his name Nolan. IIen the new owner."
"Cheese it, another owner. Nobody
keeps us long, do they?"
"No responded McHeary laconical
ly. "Like certain other luxuries, no
body kcepn us long. We're too ex
pensive, Dnrkln."
The boy grinned and hurried away
to summon tho- night editor at McHen
ry's command and to dispose of the
"bawling" woman.
McHenry nested himself and tsaraed
to the ever ready telepbea i the
tight hand corner of his desk:
"Hollo, Mins Stowo! Get kmc Mr.
Nolan Mr. Michael Nolas on tho
wire right away."
Fourth
Novelized by
FREDERICK
R. TOOMBS
From the Great Play
of the Same Name
by Joseph Medill
Patterson and Har
riet Ford. jSS M
COrnttGHT. 1909. BY JOSEPH
NEB ILL PATTERSON AND
HARRIET rORD.
As tha managing editor hung up tho
receiver Moore, tho night editor, en -
tered carrying a bundlo of galley
proofs la his left hand, a schedule In
rjbt.
"WelL Moore, what have you got for
part If asked McHcnry.
The night editor repeated rapidly In
a dead flat monotonous voice:
"Thlrty-flve columns of ads. Tele
graph editor's hollering for twenty col
umns. He Just got a couplo of nice
flashes obo from Pittsburg about a
saaa eloping with his daughter-in-law;
very flae people. Another first class
murder from St. Louts. Local has
tweaty-stx scheduled, sports are very
heavy, bowling, fights, checkers, and
Keatackya shut down on racing: they
waat two pages. We've got a tip that
Morgan has the asthma. Steel will
probably open soft on Monday."
McHenry took down the telephone
receiver and held It expectantly at his
ear. He took the proofs from Moore's
tnnd aad began looking them over
They contained important articles
which had been set up, but which be
had not previously seen.
"Hello, there's a live one," he sud
denly exclaimed, glancing over one of
McHenry turned to the telephone.
toe sheets. "Bill, I'd like to run that
oae. Senator Deerlng dead yet?"
"No, not yet."
The managing editor was disgusted.
"Pshaw'" he exclaimed. "I'll bet the
old codger dies for the afternoon pa
pers. We're having rotten luck lately."
The telcphono rang.
"Hello! Who's this?" cried McHenry
savagely. But his voice changed ab
ruptly to its most sugary tones.
"Oh, Mr. Nolan, this Is Mr. McHen
ry. Yes; why, the boy said I'd gone to
the theater. He's new to newspaper
offices. Tea, Indeed. He doesn't know
we newspaper men have little time for
theaters no, Indeed ha, ha! I was
downstairs in the press room all the
time yes, Indeed; trouble with the
roller on cylinder S of tho color
press, and I happen to have a bit of a
mechanical turn of mind yes, indeed.
Anything I can do for you, sir? Hope
we may fiavo the plcasuro of showing
you over tho office your office pretty
sooa. Tes, sir. Tonight? Yes, any
time. We're always here. Yes, sir.
Thaak you."
He bung up the receiver and re
verted to his natural voice. "It's the
new boss, Moore. '8 coming down to
Bight." "I wonder if that means more
changes?" observed the night editor
as be filled bis pipe.
McHenry sighed.
"Ain't a man who gets into this
business a sucker?"
The night editor smiled grimly.
"Wonder whut kind of a Joke Is this
Nolan anyway?" be asked.
The night editor's brow wrinkled.
"All I know Js that he's a Colorado
miner with a bill of ore all his own."
He glanced over the night editor's
schedule. "What is this T T golf or
pollUcs?"
"Taft both; golf 2 down conference
with Aldrlch."
McHenry snorted.
"Gosh, the White Hou3e Is dead since
Teddy left!" no pointed to tho sched
ule. "What's this? 'Baltimore, one col
umn.' "
"Double divorce. They exebunged
partners."
"Good people?"
"Not much."
"Fifty words Ml be enough. Dead
heavy stupid paper," grunted tho man
aging editor.
McHenry rang for the boy, Durkln,
aad on his belated arrival sent him to
summon the city editor. "What you
got?" saluted McHenry as the editor
arrived.
Downs, tho city editor, went straight
to the point
Estate
in i ii' i
"Arc you going to use that follow up
J story about Judge Bartcltny throwing
the Lansing Iron
company Into a
receivership f ' ho
queried.
"I dunuo. Any
kick b on this
morning's story?"
"I should say
yes telephone
going all day."
McHenry turn
ed and pounded
tho desk with bis
fist
"If they kicked
on that they'd get
our Jobs on this."
He pointed at the
proof of tho now
Bartclmy story
which he had
"Douot divorce
They exchanged
partner."
taken from Moore. "All the same, tho
Judicial ermine Is getting rather soiled
these days. It makes me sore to think
of what they're pulling oft on tho
federal bench. He's bad all through,
that Bartelray. Whose story Is It
Brand's?" "Yep," responded tho city editor.
"By heaven, he Is a newspaper man." ,
That's why he won't last In this of-;
flee," put In Moore sarcastically. ;
"Yep," supplemented tho city editor. '
McUenry's face took on a resigned !
expression as he said: "Well, we'll
have to pass It up." He paused. "It's ,
likely to be libelous."
He laid aside the proof sheet and re
sumed his perusal of tho schedule of
articles intended to be used In the
next morning's paper.
How about divorces?" McHenry
asked suddenly, raising bis head to
the city editor. ,
The Sarrup divorce is up again. I
Two new corespondents named." He j
pointed them out among tho photos. ,
McHenry drew a few lines on one I
of the photos and rang for the boy.
Bring me an artist Durkln," he or
dered. The artist soon appeared.
"Here," spoke up the managing ed
itor, "take these corespondents and
run 'em with the two you had yester
day, but fix those up different Put a
hat on one and the other In low neck,
and put Sarrup himself In the middle
with a dado of hearts around." Mc
Henry changed bis mind. "No; make
it a big question mark of cdplds and
the caption 'Which of These Women
Does This Man Love?' Yes, and frame
In his wife too. Three columns."
Yes, sir," responded the artist.
starting away with the photos.
But McHenry called him back.
"Hey!" he cried. "Make that 'Which
of These Beautiful Women Does This
Man Love? "
The artist bowed in acquiescence
anu cscapeu.
McHenry took up another photo
graph.
"Ha, what a beauty!" ho said en
thusiastically. "What's sho been do
ing?" "She is Judith Bartelray, tho Judge's
daughter. She gave a reception to
day," answered Downs, tho city ed
itor. "High society all thero as usual, 1
suppose?" mused McHenry. Tho
Bartelmys are an old family, and
they've held on to somo of their
money. Here, Downs," he went on,
"play her up for two no, three col
umns. Maybe It will square It with
the Judge for what we did to him In
tho paper this morning. You explain
to an artist"
"All right"
The new boss, Nolan, Is coming
down to look us over tonight," added
McHenry,
"Wonder where we'll ah bo working
next week?" was tho city editor's re
ply over his, shoulder as he quickly
made his exit.
The boy came In and laid a card on
the managing editor's desk.
"Miss Judith Bartclmy!" exclaimed
Mcncnry us he glanced nt it. "Well,
what do you think of that, Moore?"
"It's a kick sure, and"
"By tho way," interjected Mcnenry
deliberately, "this girl, Judith Bartcl
my, isn't she engaged to Wheeler
Brand?"
"SeeraB to mo I've heard something
of the sort," assented Moore vaguely,
"Well, samo here, aud Brand wrote
that story this morning showing up
her father, tho Judge, ns a trickster of
the worst, most dangerous sort. Now
tho girl comes to this offlce-probably
to defend her dad. Say, Mooro"-the
managing editor was becoming excited
"things are getting warm around
hero. Brand certainly had hfs nerve
with him to band such a roast to hU
prospective father-in-law,"
McIIeury turned abruptly to one side
and reached for his coat, which ho
quickly donned.
"Show her In," ho called to tho boy,
Mooro hastily retreated from the
room as Judith Bartelmy entered,
leaving tho Judge's daughter alone
with the managing editor, McHenry
bad long flattered himself that ho had
met ninny attractive women In hi
time, hut us he rose to moot Judith
Uartoltny nml survoyod thin fash
lonnbly gowned young woman ho
made n mental note that sho surpassed
thorn nil, llor blond features were of
distinctly patrician cunt, tlor blue
eyes Imd tho magnetic qualities so on
vied by tho many loan foriunalo wo
men, and tho pure whiteness of hor
finely curved ohln and nook was ad
vantageously revealed by tho low cut
collar of hor princess gown of wine
colored silk which clung to n figure
that celebrated artist: had pronounced
unusual In Its symmetry.
"I desire to complain about tho ar
ticle attacking my father this morn
ing," tho girl began.
"Yes?" nnswored McHenry.
"I wish an apology for It."
"Is this a message from your fa
ther?" "That's not tho point. This la tho
first time lu his life that any one has
ventured to question his honor, The
article Is false, and 1 think your pa
pen should upologlie for It Immedi
ately." "Before saying us to that," returned
the inanaglug editor, "1 should have
to refer the matter to tho new pro
prietor. Mr. Nolan. You kuow It In
I not customary for a newspaper to
take back what It says."
! Tho Judge's daughter raised her eye
brows In surprise ns she drew closo to
McUenry's desk, where he had resum
ed his seat.
"I should think you'd havo a good
many lawsuits." sho suggested.
"Oh, no; not many. We go up to the
line, but we try not to step over It"
Ho picked up several newspapers from
his desk. "For Instance" scanning
tho papers "I don't think your father
will feel lucliced to sue us." Ho roso
as If to cud the lutervlcw.
Judith, however, -was not to be thus
disposed of.
"I dou't want to detain you," sho re
marked, "but I should like to ask you
who was responsible for that article."
She seated herself In a chair which
McHenry Indicated.
"We never tell the name of our writ
ers," answered tue managing euitor.
Her father had diplomatically sug
gested to her that Wheeler Brund might
havo written the story. This sho found
difficult to believe. But she must be
convinced, and one of her motives In
'visiting the ti own paper had been to
ask him to usk hlui to tell her that ho
was not tho author of the new attack
on her father. Sho must see him and
learn the truth from his lips alone.
"Is Mr. Brand In the office now?" sho
asked.
"Yes, I think so."
Would It bo possible for mo to see
him?"
"Why,
yes, If you wish. I'll send
for him.
McHenry summoned tbe boy and
told him to "ask Mr. Brand to cotno
in."
"We've notlced"-sho hesitated "all
his friends have noticed that he's be
coming very radical lately." Judith
rose from the chair and stepped nerv
ously toward the editor's desk.
"Oh." he laughed, "they all get that
when they're young, llko tho measles."
"And that's something they all get
over, Isn't It?" sho asked eagerly.
"Yes." responded McHenry, stirring
as though to leave tho room.
Judith stepped squarely In front of
his desk.
"But I don't want to disturb you.
Can't I go to his office?"
'He hasn't got any office, and they're
all bunched lu tbe local room In their
shirt sleeves smoking. You wouldn't
like it We haven't a reception room."
McHenry laughed ns he spoke.
In his shirt sleeves, rolled to his el
bows, with quick steps aud squared
shoulders, Wheeler Brand, ouo of tho
ablest men ou the city Htnff of the
Advance, strode Into the office of tho
managing editor through tho door lead
ing from tho city and telegraph rooms.
"Yes, sir," ho greeted McHenry.
Then ho stopped short both in his
steps and In his speech. Ho had
caught sight of tho managing editor's
visitor. "Why, Judith!" ho gasped.
"What In heaven's name aro you doing
hero? I" At this iolnt words failed
him, and he stood sturlng at her, with
bis breast heaving violently as tho re
sult of his surprise.
Tho girl was also deeply disturbed in
spite of her previous knowledge that i
sho was to be confronted by tho man '
she loved.
McHenry thought that tho moment
had arrived when his presenco was
no longer necessary.
"Miss Bartelmy has asked to aeo you '
for a few inluutcs," bo said, rising and
starting toward a door. "You may
talk here." A handful of proof sheets
rustled in his grasp as he disappeared.
Wheeler Brand started toward tho
girl.
"Is there anything tbe matter?" be
queried anxiously.
She hesitated before answering.
Then she spoke determinedly.
"Yes; two things. First, you did not
come to my reception this afternoon;
secondly, there Is that article about
father this morning,"
"I couldn't get off from tho offico to
uttend tho reception, and I am awful
ly sorry," he protested. "But as for
tho story about your father well, did
ho send you hero?"
"No, he didn't send inc. But I
rouldn't help seeing how disturbed ho
woh, unci"
"Then ho knew you wero coming?"
"Why, yes." Judith was trying hard
to understand whut ho meant by seek
ing out her father's knowledge of her
present mission, one which wus to hor
decidedly unpleasant.
Wheeler was plainly Impressed, and
unfavorably co, at the girl's reply.
"Oh!" ho ejaculated disappointedly.
Tho quickly thinking girl detected
tho significant tone of the uewspapei;
wrlter'B reply and hastened to ex
plain. "I heard my father say at dinner
that bo feared there would bo another
attuck tomorrow," sho suld, "and I
Hoped through you to proven! IIh pule
Ileal ton nml to umko the Advance
apologize for what It said thlti morn
ing I don't see how your paper dares
to publish such things."
"Hill Judith," he answered, "we
couldn't dodge n story mm big as that,
Wo hail to print It That's what wo'ro
here for."
But sho was still Insistent.
"Oh, of course, print the story, hut
I mean the Insinuation all through.
Why, by using 'such unfair means
uewspapers can bring discredit on any
one. Mr McIIeury infused to apolo
gUe. Ho wouldn't even tell mo who
wrote It Do you ItuowV"
Brand garo n violent start. At first.
In hor present mood, ho hardly dared
answer tho girl. With a determined
effort he pulled hlmseir together and
answered her question.
"Yes, 1 know who wrote it."
"Who?" Judith leaned toward film,
gating Intently Into his eyes,
"I wrote It." ho announced.
Judith started back aghast
"You. Wheeler? Why?" she cried
hysterically.
"I had no choice.'' He struggled to
innlntHln his grip on himself.
"You had no choice?"
"Judith, when this Lansing Iran case
first broke loose," lirnnd responded
firmly, "1 saw straight off that It wan
ouo of tbe slickest well, that there
was u big story lu It I didn't know
your father was Involved in this nt
first 1 Just followed tho path, ami
when I saw where It was leading me
I wanted to turn back because of you,
but I couldn't." He stopped for a mo
ment, then went on: "No, no. I could
not stop not even for youl"
"But It lu't loyal of you," wis her
response. "It wasn't like you to at-
" tcrufe . Judith," he announced.
tack him suddenly in this way. It's
almost as if you struck film from be
hind. Aud do you not see, Wheeler,
that you uru hurting mo us much aa
you Injure him? I am his daughter,
Wheeler, and If you ruin my father
you will ruin me."
She covered her face with her hands,
and her bosom heaved convulsively lu
her anguish.
(To Bo Continued.)
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