The Kalispell bee. [volume] (Kalispell, Mont.) 1900-192?, 1902-03-22

newspaper business that news is sell
dom got by searching. An able report
er might start out tomorrow to hunt
aimlessly for news and not run across
an item in q week But let him visit
police headquarters, where all the
crime of a great city is chronicled, or
the courts of justice, or shipping Of
fees, or the headquarters of any great
industry, and his search is likely to be
rewarded. But Robinson did not know
this. Besides, being unframed, he did
rot know what the word news" meant
in the vernacular. If he had run across
an item of international Importance, he
would not have recognized its value.
Two days work along this line con-
WINGED him of the uselessness of his eff
forts, and he became despairing.
Why was it, he reasoned to himself,
as he sat on the humble bed under the
roof, that he could not get chance to
show what he could do? And the next
day was New Years. What hallowed
memories were conjured up by that
name! They would miss him at the old
farmhouse in Cayuga county on the
morrow. He could not write home fol
money, because that would be an &C
acknowledgement of defeat. His relatives
expected great things of him. And
there was Nellie, the blue eyed girl, to
whom he was a veritable Sir Galahad
What would she say when she heard
that all those beautiful tales which he
read to her in the orchard had been re-
fused by every newspaper of standing
in New York? Then Robinson buried
his face in his pillow and went to sleep
hungry, for only 10 cents remained Of
his 500.
In the effort to dispose Of his manu-
script Robinson had visited every news
paper office in the city except one. This
newspaper, by reason of its acknowl-
edged superiority over all the others,
had frightened the young author. He
did not have the confidence to think
that he could write anything fit for its
columns. But now that he was liter
| ally driven TO the wall Robinson re-
solved to beard the Park row literary
lion in his den. and if he failed be
!
| the cows. His breakfast consisted OF
| two rolls and a cup of coffee, leaving
| him a cash capital Of cents. Before
starting on his forlorn hope he picked
out from among his manuscripts g
short descriptive sketch of a mountain
1 brook. 1t was the gem of his collec
| ton. In glowing language he had pic
| -,rn5 4ba r;pDl;ncr 90 ScoGpS rho SiIvprI
| pools. the kaleidoscope trout, the tree:
| whispering overhead, together with al
| the light and color of the woodland
This was the little brain child upoI
which he had expended more time thar
upon any other. He was satisfied tina
if it were rejected he could do no bet
ter and that he was indeed a failure
How Gingerly he went up the staircas
/. leading to the editorial rooms! Wit
| what timorous glances his eyes roame'
over the dusty apartment which hat
sheltered so many men of genius. An
! his voice was scarcely audible as b
said TO the osce boy:
"Can see the managing editor"
Certainly, sir. Come right in"
i Wonder of wonders. \ courteou
Office boy!
Shaking in every limb. he approach
5 ed the autocrat behind his rosewoo
: desk
+ We'll. Mr.. Robinson. what can d
!. for you?" said he cordially.
= 81 called to offer a short sketch Il
/. publication in your paper" reptile
/. Robinson in voice strengthened /
f his kindly reception.
d 'Ah, thank you"' said the great ma
e taking the manuscript from Robinson
$ | trembling fingers and thrusting it in
d q pigeonhole. Glad to get il, sir; glf
d to set it Always looking for new ide'
II from you young men. Good day, sir.
g The editor turned TO his mail, al
$. Robinson walked down stairs with /
D. head erect and his shoulders square
se He did not know that. even though /
s. sketch might be accepted, it Won
II probably be two weeks before it Won
O. be printed, and then there would int