The Birmingham age-herald., 1903-07-30
w and SOCIETY
The Little News Dealer
 Suggests 2 "Sfory. "

TT HERE are stories everywhere, de-
 spite the fact that we are new
 and unromantic and untradiuonal Everybody waits to find out these things through the newspapers, as if the news paper people could keep up with every thing or had nothing else to do but write little clever stories about other people.
 Newspaper folk are like Elizabeth in her German garden. She hated the furni- ture because 1t seemed to say dust me The most trivial and commonplace incl dent appeals to the person who wants "story" and yet this great, throbbing city is so teeming with "stories,' with material" that the people who must get daily stories for the papers grow some times to hate the sight of the streets because of the thousand and one things they suggest to write about.
 Then another day is all very different. One does not mind the crowds and does Tot resent being jostled. The brass band on the corner does not get on one s nerves, and the little newsboys may cry their papers as loudly as their lungs will permit It is easy to weave a romance
  milk cart. and one finds little trouble in gathering material It all depends upon the individual mood.
 For instance a woman who writes stories for one of the papers has walked past a certain block many many times every year. There was a little shop near the corner and she went there a great deal to buy her magazines and now and then paper. It was a dingy little place, except that it always looked so bright with the attractive covers of the new magazines that no one thought about anything else except the little proprietor of the establishment. She was the att traction in the little shop and she had been there almost ever since she was @ little girl.
 "Scribner, the Century, the Outlook?" she has said many times to the newspa- per woman, or perhaps she wanted one of the big Sunday editions of one of the New York papers. They always chatted q minute or two, for was not one news paper woman and the other q woman news dealer?
 One day the newspaper woman went to get her magazines. When she came to look for the little shop on Second avenue there was not trace of it. She looked about her in dismay. There was nothing left to tell the story. and the little news dealer had left no word.
 The newspaper woman glanced suddenly across the narrow avenue at the fiutter of a magazine, and she walked deliber- ately in front of car whose gong had sounded.
 The little shop and its proprietor might have been blown directly across the street. They were in perfect tact-Scrib- ner the Century, the Outlook even the big Sunday editions of the New York pa- pers.
 Heaven lsnowsp' exclaimed the news paper woman, ''how did it happen-in the night?"
 "Oh. mo-" said the little news dealer, complacently. They are building a sky scraper' over there and my little shop has just been demolished" But you look as if you and your entire establishment had been simply taken up bodily and set down again on the oppo- site side of the street" persisted the l newspaper woman. But the little news dealer only laughed.
 "Scribner, the Century. the Outlook, or the Sunday papers?"