Telegram-herald., 1889-07-11

naAa. All dla hAs bsss 70 dlscoarsz exn-
:. A journalists iLEs Is . d1x's Lss'
s411 he.
"a are sl~ass sozneeoSss sizses
yo2 last ~ ~hsse yoa are esd Aad -
IS ye1 are tod You mass tara Easas
lnso dzy Snd ~ork fearless hears s2t II
the t~eEty -foaF. loa na~y - yoaF b<ss
and g~t no thanks fer Il. AEa thsegn
vis4I yoa ~Slts RAY make rroPic tsls.
wrote IL All the credit geas ~ TIE
paper. oT T. JOAN Casper Piafnm~tt. the
propFistor And what are the rewards
cf journalism Perhaps yoa vii make
go week after while II Yea srs cles-
81. aud yOa RAY hops s0-as tiHae, when
yea are middle aged nlan. 10 work up
T. AZ editorial poStioa 81 so a~seek.
have been here tve-and-tsenty years
and any salary - S45 a week. l have =
wife and four children. three of whom
take care OF themselves, for which l
thA1k heaven, as it's not much thai l
could 90 for them. The youngest, poor
glrl, Is home with two fatherless little
ones; bat she Is welcome; dont COM
plain. l only tell you what this profes-
siOn is that looks 80 attractive % you
and 10 other young fellows"
But look al Horace Greeley, James
Gordon Bennett. Henry J. Raymond,
Charles A. Dana and half dozen others:
what Of thems They have found ocst-r
rewards than those you mention" To
piled Rush. sill undaunted.
TO be sure. journalism rewarded them
well; but they are the exceptions"
And why shouldn't 10 an exception
At any rate, am eager for the fray and
willing 10 take the chances"
II zee you are not 70 be discouraged.
/ suppose you know that there Is no
royal road To journalistic success-that
you will have TO begin at the bottomi"
There is no royal road To any success
that have ever heard Of. | az, ready
TO break the ground, as better men have
done before me-" And Rush buttoned
his coat and straightened himself up 10
his full height, as though II were manual
labor with crowbar and pickax that
lar before hiuI rather than brain work
with pen rs his tool.
Come along, then" said kind old Mr.
Spar, Il will introduce you to the city
editor. Every one has 70 60 through his
mill. 1t is hkethat of the gods; it grinds
slowly, and it grinds exceedingly small. :"
Il follow" said Rush. show me the
miller" ~
Tho place IA which this conversation
was held was q gloomy ante-room at the
head of fight OF winding iron stairs.
There were half a dozen people sitting
there. some writing at a rickety round
table; others looking over the files of
newspapers on the racks; others still
coming and going on erran6s of various
sorts; telegraph boys. people with griev-
ances they wanted to air, cranks with
patent flying machines they insisted
upon exhibiting and indignant politi-
clans who wanted to know if the nlanag-
ING editor was in. To all of these the old
doorkeeper was most polite. He never
for moment lost his temper, though be
was sorely tried at times. He seemed to
know his business thoroughly, yet he
was always in doubt as to whether the
person asked for was in or not He was
quite willing, however, to go and see, if
the gentleman would only be good
enough to tell him his nano and busi-
ness.
Fifty times an hour he had to unlock
the glass door that led to the mysteries
inside and closed with spring behind
him; and as often when he returned he
had to extract the keys from the depths
of his pocket IAN operation which he
always performed with tho air of dis
coverer) and unlock the portal. There
was q sort of plying expression in his