The Princeton union., 1892-08-18

w. ! - the corner OF
Printing-House
square missed the trim little figure he
had come to know as it hurried
by him on her daily rounds;
"the boys' i'll the Office suddenly
discovered that the quiet, serious
faced girl reporter who had often
beaten them on news had vanished,
and even the city editor, who was
not supposed to have An emotion of
any sort, suddenly reused to the fact
that he had lost one of his most alert
and earnest aids and actually ex-
perienced sensation which, in any
other human being, might have been
termed regret.
Yes, Miss Hunt was gone.~ A little
note OF resignation found it's way to
the managing editors desk-an in
definite sort OF billet-doux which gave
no reason whatever for the girls sud-
den DEPARTURE .-...
"Llttle fool" said the Awful Man,
as he read the note, "she has made
the mistake OF her life. Just got on
her feet-work attracting attention
everywhere-chief delighted with her
and away she goes. I suppose to
marry some worthless chap she will
have to support" 49,.
"Where's little Hunt?" everybody
was asking. "The Office is mighty lone
ly,' said the sporting editor, casting
kindly glance towards a closed desk.
Il fancy she's gone back to teaching
school," said the dramatic critic. II
wonder how she could tear herself
away from me-" thought the beauty
OF the reportorial staff, who fancied
Miss Hunt admired his blonde bang.
The most plausible reason for Miss
Hunts going away and the one gener-
ally accepted was that she had gone
back West to marry cowboy or the
owner OF a silver mine, and for weeks
the exchange man hunted through the
columns OF marriage notices in the
Western papers to see if he could find
an announcement OF her wedding.
But little Hunt" had not gone
away to be married nor to teach
school. However, she had g. reason
, Tor, going-a reason she kept fast
locked in her heart-while she made
her plans for departure
1t was one cold, winter night she
decided to go. She had been hard at
work all day. She had written a. new
story which had actually made the
city editor smile; she had interviewed
g. dancer who had invented a new
terpslchorean wriggle; she had been
to the<sbench show, and had done up
the dogs and the danes in great
shape and she had ''faked" story
ior the Sunday paper which was calcu.
lated to draw tears from the compost.
tor who would set it up. a.~
Miss Hunt was tired. Nor did it
seem to rest her when she found a
note on her desk from the editorrin.
chief telling her that her salary was
to be raised.
1t was midnight when Miss Hunt let
herself into the pretty little apart
ment she called home, flung off he1
wraps and sat down before the oper
fire to think. These four or fyerooms
furnished in the dainty fashion sc
loved by girls, were very dear to Miss
Hunt. Every nook and corner, every
belonging and furnishing. were a part
OF her very self. She had laborec
'ceaselessly to have, furnish dhd keer
this home. Her thoughts, her ideas
her individuality were there. Th.
long tramps through all kinds o
weather, the struggles, the disappoint
ments, the heartaches were here de
picted, and all the triumphs, victorie.
and successes bore their fruition il
this tiny house. Itwas on that diva1
with it's nest Of cushions that Mis-
Hunt flung herself for a ratt in,
good cry the day she lost the inter
view with u famous and tickle actress
How much it had meant to her, hov
little to the capricious creature whs
50 coolly broke the engagement sh
had absolutely guaranteed! Their
was the piano at which Miss Hun
had poured out all the sacred sorroy
OF her heart through her fingers
There was the dainty, ribbon -bedeck
ed rattan chair bought with tn
# proceeds OF her first assignment
how everything in these rooms spok
to her OF the light and shade, the 10,
and sorrow Of her checkered existenc
in this heartiess town where she hat
struggled and succeeded--in gaining
footing. '
But there were many other object
f here which spoke as forcibly Of an
other life-a life which seemed ia
away now to Miss Hunt. In tina
! pile Of cushions yonder on the diya1