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G THE MEDJTORD MAIL TRIBUNE, MEDFORD, OREGON, TUESDAY, MARCH 1. 1010. The FOURTH ESTATE Novelized by Frederick R. Toombs From the Great Play of the Same Name by Joteph Medlll Patter on and Harriet Ford. Cawrrllht. 1000. by Joeph MrdUl Pattcnon ind Harriet Ford. CHAPTER X. RAXD hung up the telephone receiver with nu anxious ex pression on his fnee. "Xolnn uuist keep nwny from this." ho muttered tensely. "Let him taken train i unless there's some pood story about "Wlmt's the mutter with MwV "Ilooie." I "Too had! Well, a fellow outfit to ' leaVn to control himself," remarked Sylvester pompously. "Now, llrandy, i old tvoy, I want to ask you Just one j moro favor tonight. In reference to a i little actress friend of mine, Miss i Gtienevlere McKunile." "Oh come don't" I "Run her picture In a prominent ; place, won't your' Sylvester handed . Rrand a photo. "Miss lluenevlere Me Kenxlc. Don't you know her? She's lu the MKtmd row at the Tyroll, and ' It's n dam shame. I've pot a llhretto for her later on. Can't you help her out ami get her a small part now';" "fm arm id that la hardly In my line." "You'd he doing a favor to the show, for she's Kood enough to he n prima douua. She's been kept hack by Jealousy. Told me so herself. When will you have It In tomorrow?" "1 scarcely think wo can do that sort of thlup lu the Advauce. We don t print pictures of chorus ctrls or po to sleep or bury himself If he "wants to. If Bartelmy or Dupuy gcta kold of him after I've showu my hand there'll be the merry d I to pay, and If they And him they might suc ceed In coaxlnp- condcr if .Youn Kill ttieb; I wonder if Xolan Kill Hick." ho kept repeating over and over to himself. The noise of voices raised lu Indiana tlou hroko In upon him from the outer ball at his right. "Oh, that's a chest nut," some one cried; "he's always out, always when I come." The editor glanced around nnd saw Sylvester Nolan leading In bis friend Powell, the poet. "You're not out, are you. old man?" asked young Nolan of Brand. "Who's tbat 0y duck that tried to keep mo from coming in?" "I'm sorry, Nolan; I'm very busy to "Elfiht, and you'll have to excuse me. Tm very busy." "Brandy, old boy, I came In on busi ness. Want to get a Job for my friend Towell here. He's a poet." Ho drag ted the wan eyed rhymester up to Brand's desk. The editor looked Towell over. We don't carry poets on the pay rolls." he grunted. "But Just look at this one. To- i Ivow, let Mr. Brand see your ode to the pcnlng of the Omaha exposition. Ho "went in the competition with this." Towell handed the poem to-Brand. "And I see he came out with It." 'Saortcd the newspaper man. "Tes. sir," agreed Towell faintly. "People haven't time for poetry," commented Brand. "That's what I've been trying to tell 3?owow," put in Sylvester. "He was fcoru after bis time.' "How would, you like to be a report--er?" asked the editor. , Powell's eyes gleamed with a sickly color that showed that be was en thused. "A reporter? Oh. yes. sir!" be said. Brand took down the phone. "Ilellol Give me night city editor. piease. Hello! That you? I've got a cub here named Towell. Please give btiu a week's trial. Report to city, ed itor." -wuere 13 he, sir?" asked Powell. sewlldered. "lou rea reporter now. Find out." "lea, sir." He started toward the nail door. "Over here. Towow!" eried Sylvos ter. leading him lu the opposite direc tion. Joe Dillon now added to the man aging editor's troubles by again com Ing Into the otllee. "Thank you. Mr. Brand," he began "Could you spare me a little car fare?" Brand tossed him a quarter. "Never mind now," he said. "Say, Joe, go out with that cub tonight. It will give them lost Jewels, barred from ,a ho tel oti account of n dog, divorce or" Sylvester broke In rellevedly, "Ob. she's been dlvorcedl" "Has she! When?" "Last .year." "That's dead. Walt till her next She doesn't go In." "Why why won't you do It?" stam mered the young man, who. deeply ap preciating the fact that he was his father's son yes. Indeed failed to com prehend bow any employee on the Ad vauce could refuse him anything. "She's the cutest little girl you ever saw, you old gazqot. You stick to me. ana I ii give you an interest In this paper some day. Why, she was In" "That all may be," responded Brand, rising to end the conversa tion, "hut the Ad- "One ein ncrcr be too careful about mat tcrs of this fclntf." namby-pamby got It?" cried the ed itor, bendlug over the mouthpiece. "Come lu, Howard!" Howard hurried Into the room. "Compare your notes, hoys," in structed the managing editor. They held the records side by side , and quickly glanced over them. "They are almost exactly the samo," J tney exclaimed lu unison. A smile of satisfaction spread over Brand's face. "All right. Now chase back to room 4, both of your The office boy brought Brand a card, ne took It, and as be glanced at It his eyes uarrowed down luto little sparks ' "uUov would you like to be a reporterf" you something to think about, and you caa show him as much in a ulgbt as k'd learn in a month alone. Mr. Dll- tea, allow me to present you to Mr. Sylvester Nolau. Mr. Dillon broke me Jato the business," said the editor to taa newspaper owner's son. Sylvester drow a ponderous wad of Wlls from his pocket and ottered the ep ouo to the old "down and outer." "You want to handle my friend Po wwow with gloves," advised Sylvester, "He's Just full of temperament." Tbo old newspaper mu Indignantly refused the inouey which young Nolan kejd out to him and plunged out of the -bcc. The popt stood u mute witness to Ike proceedings. "Go after him!" commanded Brand. Thank you, Blr," and Powell darted frtghtenedly after Dillon, "Who hi that old Joker?" asked Syh nmter of the edltpr, "He was the best reporter that the and after a mo ment, after vain ly endeavoring to 11c ttm-'tt tithe point find appropriate ft.. 'Ciicll. words for n reply, he we..t ..at of the room. Brand was impatient because of the precious time that had been wasted He had work to do and little time In which to do it. and it was the most Important work he had ever done in his life. ne sent the oOIce boy to bring the two reporters, Howard and JetX. Speaking to Miss Stowe, the "central" of the Advance's private telephone .sys tem, he said: "Do not put anybody else ou this wire until you hear from me. no matter how loug It takes. Under stand? Connect this phone with edi torial room 4 and have it connected until I tell you. Now be sure about this. Understand? Again he repeated, as it concerned the success of bis en tire scheme, "Don't break the connec tion until I tell you myself." The two reporters came lu. "Now, boys, understand what I want you to do. You've got to take, word for word, a conversation Tm going to have here. Go lu room 4. You, Jeff, take the receiver." "Yes, sir." "And you. Howard, take the exten sion. Thus you will each bear what Is said. Keep it glued to your best ear and take down every word you hear tonight between Judge Bartelmy nnd me. The Judge will sit In the chair at the right of my desk. I will be In Kn own chair. The telephone will thus b? midway between us. Whatever word he and I say will be said almost direct ly over the mouthpiece of the phone .sow, you seo what I am going to d.i"- uranu took a lead pencil from his pocket and began a proceeding wbMi the two reporters, accustomed n tlim were lu their business to Ingenious strutegy, fulled ut llrst to understand Then the scheme dawned on them Brand took the telephone receiver from the hook, nnd the metal arm Immedi ately snapped upward, establishing the connection. Then he inserted the point of the lead pencil In the small aperture under tho llttlo metal arm or hook and deliberately broke It off. The tlnv wedge thus held up the hook. Brand now hung up the receiver, nnd the neii- cii point prevented the weight of the receiver from bearing tho hook dowu and breaking the connection. The con nection was made continuous without the slightest indication that such was the case. Every word now snoken within a reasonable distance of the mouthpiece would be conveyed to the telephone and the extension telephone in editorial room 4, where Howard and Jeff were to bo stationed. They had stenographers' pads with them, on which they were each to take down tho conversation in shorthand. "This phone will be open all the time that Bartelmy Is here," announced Brand. "Go in there, Howard, nnd seo If you can hear Jeff and me talking. Pit over here, Jeff." He pointed to the chair at his right. Howard went out. "Now, Jeff, take dowu this and take down what you say to me," continued the wllor, Brand turned to Jeff and began to talk In a natural tone of voice, "Jeff, you know I think the dog lu the moon was seven times too slow In his Journey through the paths of men. having lost fl.740.739,274,480 pounds in his auto northward. Is thut your opinion?" "No, not entirely. Henco nnd here after we complain of such a miracu lous egotism of generality and sole cism of peaceful garments and cold thought." Brand struck a blow on the desk. "On the contrary, it was unquestlon able and with nasty Justice, miscalled vancc doesn't Is sue passes to the i of light. stage entrance." "He's on time," ho murmured. "Very Sylvester's Jaw well. Durkln." he ordered, "show him fell In his aston- ! In, and. Durkln, remember, don't let isbment at this (any one else In under any clrcum unexpected blow. : stances." 1 A half a minute later Judge Bartelmy (stood In the doorway. He nodded briefly to Brand, and his eyes swept around the entire room befcre ho step ped In. Slowly he proceeded In front of Brand's desk. "Good evening. Judge," said tho ed itor. "Good evening, Sir. Brand." "Let me take your things. I'll hang them up," offered Brand. Just as Du puy had been, Bartelmy was in even ing dress. He took off his white kid gloves and put them In his pocket and ' then hauded his hat and coat to the editor. Brand oi-ciicd the door of a closet at the right hand side of the room and hung the Judge's things therein. He closed the door. Bartel my stepped to the closet, opuned the door and peered sharply Into Its four corners, even fumbling behind his long ! coat, to innue sure that no witness was lurking there to spy ou him. on, inais me way you recir com mcnted Brand. "I'll show you over th place. But you shouldn't worry." Bartelmy coughed nervously. "One can never be too careful about matters of this kind, Brand. I should think that you would have learned that much by this time, "This Is my llrst experience of this kind." said Brand. "Of course It is," answered Bartel my, with a tinge of sarcasm In his voice. "It always Is 'the llrst time.' But you are assuredly very lucky In deed, Brand, to do so trip well at your first try at nt"- "Come, look over the plnce, and let's get through with It," put In the editor. He crossed and locked the door through which the Judge had entered Then be led his visitor over to the door on the opjHslte side of the room opening into a hallway which extend ed to various rooms. He pointed to the room directly across the hall. "It's quite dark, you see," he said. "This Is where a couple of editorial writers sit. They go home nights lucky dogs, not being newspaper men." Bartelmy was quick enough to catch the Ironical comment of the busy managing editor on the scholarly men who wroto the opinions of the paper. Brand drew the Judge hack into his otllee and lock ed the door behind him. "Now we are alono. absolutely alone," commented Brand significant ly. He led the way to bis desk and pointed out to the Judge the chair at the right hand tide. Brand dropped Into bis own chair. "Have a seat, Judge," he said. Judge Bartelmy drew the chair in dicated eveii closer to the managing editors desk and seated himself in it. He leaned forward toward Brand and rested bis elbow on tbo desk. His face was within ten or twelve Inches of the telephone. (To Be Continued.) For the Best In harness, saddles, whips, .obes, tents, blankets, wag on sheets, axle grease and fall cure, as well as all kinds of custom work, see J. C. Smith 314 E. Main. White (EX Trowbridge If you wish ono of those 10-nero trnota of the Perry Sub-division (No hotter in Koguo Kivur Valley) at tho prosent prices. Seo as soon. 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