Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1898-09-01
mouth, the paIeness Of her worn yet


youthful face, her intent attitude.
He had met many women demanding
just such martial struggles in the battle
of existence. Here was another What
should he say to her-the old objec.
tions, the old warnings? He was disin-
clined for the task more for some reason
now than ever before. But The Citizen
did not want women among its work
ers. That was one of his fathers preju-
aices he had never set aside.
He returned to the argument, but his
tone was still persuasive. This surprised
himself, yet he felt it was because Miss
Garrick came from DR.. Ericsson, and
his liking for the old Swedish physician
was very deep one. He would not ad-
NIT to himself that there was another
reason-the youth, the charm of this
woman, making the plea he had rejected
so often.
"The work is terribly hard, Miss Gar
rick, and really" he said as if making
an admission almost against his will,
81 don't regard the newspaper as field
for women"
DOu yOO! why hOt.
sob, it's blistering atmosphere,
and women were never meant to find
nourishment in hard facts. advise you
to do something else--write book or
teach or anything"
"Oh. Mr. Temple" she said with
sudden earnestness, 81 don't feel that
way about it. WANT to be a journalist. !"
David felt desire to know her lit
tie better, to hear her views and then
dismiss them successfully. He had still
Is minutes to spare. He began to think
she was very pretty
"Have you ever been on a paper?"
"No, although I've written great
DEAL" she said while watching him in
tently. II thought might get some
thing to do regularly-some position. l
know I'd succeed. wish you'd try
me.
"No, can't" he said almost
brusquely, land I hope you'll change
your mind and try something else. Be-
sides haven't anything could offer
you, nothing a woman could do-much
too difficult. You take my advice and
Try something else.
81 think know what you mean"
and she stood up. "You think this work
hardly feminine
He nodded. She looked disappointed,
but unconvinced.
"And you're afraid of encouraging
incompetence"
"Oh, no, really, r.
"Yes, think you are. Well, I'll tell
you just the way feel about it. I must
be journalist
"Why must your"
because I know I'm fitted for it,
and the life attracts me. might have
preferred to be painter or musician,
but we are not allowed to select our
talents" She smiled and moved step
away. eff you can't employ me, there S
nothing more to be said about it, and
I'm sorry having detained you. But
somebody else will employ me. I've
only been in New York a month, and
you re the first editor I've seen. This
will explain why DR.. Ericsson suggest
ed my coming to you. showed it to
him."
She drew letter from her pocket and
handed it to David. He was surprised
to see the heading of "The Citizen" on
the sheet, his own handwriting beneath
it. 1t was written to q man named Rob
ert Heron and directed to q small Rhode
Island town.
"You know Heron?" he asked quick
ly.
Eyes. You like his work, it seems. I"
Every much" he said in mystifed
voice. II don t as a rule seek specials
outside, but his were so trenchant, SO
brilliantly phrased, SO exactly what we
wanted, I couldn't help, you see, writ
ing to ask the cause of his long silence.
Most of his work of whatever sort has
commanded attention here. Now, there S
man," said David enthusiastically
and in the final tone which closes an
argument, II sometimes wish had the
ambition and spirit of the woman of to-
day. He's wasting his time in small
place doing desultory work, a dreamer
dare say, an idler too. We need men
like him here. wish you'd tell him
SO, he smiled
Anne's eyes were perversely girlish
as she said simply:
''I'm Robert Heron, Mr.. Temple"