The Opelousas courier., 1896-08-01

'Ill tell you what I'll do, Marjory,< i
you are really in earnest about Chi
thing. The editor of the Times, lMr
Brown, is a personal friend of mine
and perhaps I can get you some re
porting to do
"Of course 1 was delighted ant
told him [ was ready to begin tina
very minute. Then I asked him hoy
long he supposed it would take t.
work up.
"'Well, that depends, of coarse,
bo replied, 'on your work. From
what you say as to your abilities s, very
likely it will not be long. You mus
show them what you can dc, that
ALL
swell, sure enough, the next day
there came a letter from Mr.. Brown,
offering to let. me try my hand at re-
porting, if I SO desired. I was to
come to the office the next day and
have some work assigned me. l was
there at the appointed hour and re-
ceived my instructions from the city
editor. Indeed, I had no dealings
with Mr.. Brown in person. and in
fact never saw him."
Marjory paused a moment, but q
voice from the hammock said, go
on, 60 on, this waxes interesting"
"Very we'll. I won't stop just now
to tell you of all the adventures had
when out on my rounds; how I went
to all sorts of places and to interview
all sorts Of people,"
"You didn't actually interview
strange people, Marjory?'
"To be sure I did. Do you sup
pose l would finch at anything? I
was determined to go through the
necessary apprenticeship"
"And was your work always accept
able?"
ut always went in. Sometimes, at
first, it was cut a good deal, but
usually it was just as / had written it.
Don't you suppose a college girl could
do acceptable reporting, if she once
made up her mind to do it,"
II never could have done it, l
know. But where was Jack all this
tlme?"
ooh! Jack called often and took
me out a good deal, and sometimes
when I had to be out late at night, anl
would be just quaking in my shoes, he
would suddenly turn up at some dark
corner and see me safely home.
"One day a note came from Mr..
Brown telling me that he would like
to have me try my hand at wreeaing
some weekly articles suitable for iSne
Woman's Column. I did SO, and they
p~roveds7dite q success. My pay was
increasing right along, and I was
quite happy, feeling that I was work
ing up.
''This went on for several weeks,
and finally, about the last of October,
Mr.. Brown wrote that the lady who
edited the Woman's Column was about
to leave the city, and he thought me
quite competent to go on with her
work. Perhaps I wasn't delighted at
that! He asked me to come to his
sanctum the next day at ten to make
final arrangements.
II had always felt greatly in awe Of
that room. I had never been in it. I
think I dressed with special care that
morning. At last I entered the sane
tum. The editor sat writing away at
his desk. He looked up as I closed
the door, and-he was Jack"
Jack !" gasped Kathryn.
"Yes, Jack. I just couldn't speak,
my feelings were SO mixed, you know.
So he rose and said, 'Marjory, I do
hope you will forgive me. You know
if you had taken much interest
in my career, it would not have been
possible for me to have practised this
deception
II WINGED q little at that and felt q
blush slowly mounting to the parting
of my hair.
"'You have done splendidly,' he
went on. 4 had no idea at first that
you were SO gifted. am in sober
earnest about the offer. We might
make 1t a partnership affair. What do
you say?
$50 now you see, Kathryn Ball, l
have not given up my career at all,
and asa married woman I shall go
right on with my literary work.
Womankind.
Not Likely to Be Disappointed.