The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1890-12-13
THE NEW DEPARTMENT. L..
She Edited the Column on Love
and MatrimOny.

Before the non COmlnltldl uool
leading into the editorial department
OF a city daily stood woman whose
face p ainly indicated painful heSlta-
ton ard reluctance. Her thoughts
cried out almost audioly: Where IS
all Courage with which | lett
home7 They will hear my heart
beat and tIpAk am knocking, any
way, so l mfg as well do it. If he
is a perfect bear, as they tell me,
when at work, he can't do more
than eat me.
Then she gathered streng h
enough to call the attention OF a
scribbler within, who called out:
Come in, to er feminine rap, as he
followed his voice in a daz-d fashion
from out the heaps of papers, books
and dust in which he had been i'm
mersei.
To her intimidated request for
Mr.. Barrows, the editor, he replied:
Oh; you want to see the chief! First
door to the right, and sank into
oblivion of her presence
Thus encouraged the intruder
acceded 10 the request to please
knock on the first door to the right,
and was told to come in by busi.
ness like voice.
Now that the first awful moment
of admittance had passed her spirits
rose, giving strength to her purpose
and tongue. Is this Mr.. Barrows
she asked. as the sole occupant OF
the room rose to his feet at sight OF
the unexpected and altogether TAX
ing individual approaching his desk.
Yes. miss, he replied, can l do
anything for you!
Looking straight uD at him, with
her whole stock Of courage to the
front, she said' Yes. sir, you can.
want work. Have you any to give
ME
II she had asked for bread the
editor could not have been more
surprised, as he looked at the brown
eyed girl whose distinctively temin.
inc and protected appearance and
generally well-kept air belied hel
words. At last he recovered suffi.
ciently to say: What kind of worI
do you want? Have a seat and le
us talk about it.
Yes, thank you, l might as wei
sit down and come to the point i'm
mediately. You and have a mu,ua
friend in Mr.. Jameson, the architect
He knew wanted something to de
on newspaper, and mentioned yo,
, as the only editor of his acouaint
ance. | did not know even as man,
as one. | am still in my salad day
of journalism, as you have probabl
surmised, never having been il
office, but good many of m
n things have been published over NJ
first name-Jean-the last name
Elford-Jean Elford. | wrote onI
for amusement until my father die
= two years ago, when l was twent,
r. one Since then my mother and
have not found lie such smoot
= sailing. Now, want some regula
employment on paper, and ar
willing to begin at the bottom an
work up.
Now Edward Barrows was ,
editor hardened in the wavs of fem
nine applications for assistanc. , T.,
sides being bachelor on tbs r,a,, y,
i side of forty with the reputation Sno', ,
being what has trr,,, 'oi
woman hater. But the ,ei wav
which this girl struck fro"' way :,
r. shoulder as he told her afterward, d
overthrew ert11 w. his defense at one blow b ",
.. Well Miss Elford, shall be O.Ja o1s
' to do anything aat i, in my power for So' Se"
if only Tor the sake of Jamison is, wv
am surprised at his sending anv o,
to me- Considering nv ren,t,,;l vi
!, for ,ys1 growing Wing when in my dera''l den'
'' added with a quizzica1 look Ne''
She laughed aut and dared ,, 10 rem,
=, l must confess you are =, s,, ~ iepi
D. me- for | was assured that # p',se men
inr i1r be taking my lie in NV :" wou l
this Intervening you aboyt "and and
. paper work. ou' new
The veteran glanced at :,
an advertising mirror banoina
'af '" the WALL wondering if he a'&'1s'ng hls
ate ed his dOtaoa -, hdu TeaC
OF Sc 10 like Sllch ip,1
from stranger. '' puden