Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1898-11-05

City Editor, and as for a job being
open, there was one. 1t was roper
torial - general assignments and
such an one as any young fellow with
keenness, and nose for news, might
hold successfully and easily.
$50 tine City Editor said, "What
can you do?"
I've done reporting in San Fran
cisco, and Denver, and Omaha aud
Chicago" answered Rogers, ''and [
guess l could do the same here. l
like the East better than the West;
that's why I'm working through it. l
hope some day to settle down in Bos-
ton, where T was born and where L
lived until I was fifteen"
! "Well," said the City Editor, 81
guess 1 can find place for you"
Those frank, truthful, brown eyes
had done it.
And he led Rogers into the local
room, and, pointing out a table, said,
"You can sit there for the present;
until L can find some other place for
you"
Rogers followed the City Edito,
back into the latter's office and, With
tears in his eyes almost, thanked him
for the position, even though the ac-
campaigning salary was small.
The young man cleared off all the
refuse paper that Uttered the desk he
had been assigned to, and with his
handkerchief busted the legs of the
chair that stood before it. This done,
he asked the City Editor if there
would be anything that day.
He was sent ont to look up a street
car accident. He was back from the
house of the injured woman within
forty five minutes. He had gotten
good story and besides, had had sense
enough to secure her picture from her
son. OF course all that pleased the
City Editor. Those frank, truthful
eyes were reliable, as he had Judged
them to be at first
That night Rogers was taken up to
Clark's dance hall to cover the
plumbers assistants ball. He wrote
the story of the affair in such way
that the City Editor saw fit to run IL
column of it with illustrations. If
any other man on the staff had turned
in the matter he would have had
about two sticks printed, for he would
have covered" the assignment,
probably, in the old time, stereotyped,
routine way.
After his story of the ball, the City
Editor began giving Rogers bigger
assignments. And they were all taken
City Editor that when Rogers got his
envelope at the end of the second
week there were four more dollars in
it than he had expected to find.
Rogers boarded up on Forest ave
nue., it seems well to mention at this
time, for the girl he had gotten ne
quainted with, some way, lived up on
that street also. Rogers used to so
around and see her mornings, once in
while, and every time he had day
off, down the avenue would he trot t ,
her home. In the evenings of such
days Rogers would use the City Edi-
tors passes for some theatre or other.
In brief Rogers was getting along
finely both in tho Office and at her
house, when one afternoon the City
Editor said to him, "Mr. Rogers
there's convention of Congregational
lists up in the Forest avenue church.
Take care of it, will you? Make alb
stracts of the speeches and il there be
one or two of special interest give 'em
Il column apiece"
Rogers said "All right, sir" and
pushed the elevator button. He spent
the first hour and half of the after.
noon at the church, getting an insight !
into the workings of the conference.
He looked at the programme and saw
that the leading address of the entire
meeting was to be given that night by
Rev. Samuel T. Davis. on "Some
Thoughts Upon Life
Now such an address would he worth
the column the City Editor had spoken
OF. There could be no doubt about it.
Life is interesting and some thoughts
upon it by such thinker as the
Rev. Mr.. Davis would surely be inter-
estiug. But then there was the girl.
The conference cut Rogers out of his
usual night off and he didn't like it.
Like fash an idea came to him. His
father had been congregational min.
lister before his death and Rogers had
been brought up according to the doc
trines of that church. Why couldn't
he write his own thoughts and give the
Rev. Mr.. Davis credit for them.
He could. He would.
And ali that afternoon, or what re-
NAMED Of it, he put in working up an