The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1903-04-09
AS THROUGH A
GLASS
By Lillian C. pAScHAL
Copyright. Iaos, BY the
S. S. Mcclure Company

toW2rd Katherine HOWARD, EuIOr
Womans Page" known in private life
as Jack Higgins.
He took his feet down from his desk
and t.3 cisalct>>c from his pous.,
Ehi~a s:.la.Mi iEc.yilities lose their iS.-'
pufiten$ss = thu good c,.v.lship C.,
newspaptruonl, even il he i.;tu lot
been her cousin and privileged, and
read aloud:
New York, Oct Z.
Dear Miss Howard-Will you please ad-
wise me Through your valuable column
which l read daily with much pleasure
how can possibly obtain an introduction
to a most attractive young lady III the
office across the street from mine? | am
sure she is good and bright and lovable
from her looks, which l study surrepti-
tiously from my window every day. But
seeing through glass darkly IS most IN
satisfactory-she is so tantaliziH~'y ne&r
and yet so far | am a young J2WelcT OF
ty-seVen--father left me good bGsi-
aess-a Yale graduate of good fG~.iiy 1Ed
honorable Intentions, but how can ! lei
her know all this? She is not t. hT;;ncr
kind, and l might wait years before find
ing a mutual friend to int-2,iu>.2 IS,
Yours anX 'ousiy. PEHClNAt, i. :.
''Uh-huh>'" gruntcd Mss Howard"
putting new lie Into tbs t...-!!u-i.s 49,
of his Turkish, like seas OF C1!-~il:
we get, isn't it,"
But do yell see the a>,>.r>., G. til
importing FIRM"
Lesson & CLIFFORD, DlAaiOlD Ia
J. B Lesson p. T. C!l~~c~F
Fifth nvor, Center buliG.Ig. ~. :.
"Locks fll..i.,;r," Jack rGlHil~.tt@>>,,.
gazing thoughtful; cut !:.~o Il, .--~--..'
side street U.3 :a3Ic I'll .=;H =
white lettered sign on the window CD
positc He chuc!llad. by JoEc! I@.e
it all, cousin. lie is y0ur &C =: *.
across the way, who pr0h;,D.! Ia oIs
under the impression that you are
Miss FoWGr(s-tAS;s are ~ .sU:>.s
stolen from me- He is Sta',I!2..c IN the
window ever there now, waiting. EOsl
likely. to see how you take Las deep
laid plct.'
who? CoaQuest! ! iGTe 10 10
gan Mss Davidson innoc@Atly. ECt
she flushed pinkly all Over her pretty
face and stepped short ;.ll4r Jacks
amused scrutiny.
Nov. 10. Ce&-, Cont t.y to fool
your Unc.2 Jack It's Ny private
opinion that every woman's heart is
Marconi receiving apparatus that reg
fsters faithfully CIV cry, answer to her
swn charms"
"Jack!" his time the tone was in.
diguant You couldn't think I'd f;Tt
with a stranger
Never, my child. You misread my.
metaphor We'll; I'll let you answer
the letter Tel lin Faint heart reer
won,' etc." he ;Ll t2asingly, taking
up his blue pencil - hcc:n the makeup
for the Ecxr, isGre c. the woman's
page.
Il Shall certainly give him some
good advice" she returned, with Il tccs
of, her shapCiy l2a1.
Accordingly the ncxt days issue OF
the Evening Arrow published the lot
ter of 'Percival X. c." at the heau OF
the "Cuplds Column" 'bc.ow ii WIS
the Chilling CGi>ol al ll.-s.
"WoU.I r>rcr J'ou to wiser author,
ry, the national r:c-'e:'. ct ~
pearances are CeccitfuP: s"cH1". Fate
brings together these destined for each
other Don't NEEDLE wItn ues..ny.''
Which journalistic wet LlanHet. low.
ever, seemed si:Ct to EaI . -. i...>. ,.C>,'l
cooling effect tpC: Is Z e.: * -. f. ..e
opened his window e'-Cr:.' afternoon
thereafter just the same and whistled
loudly to newsboy n~low, 10 "uring
up tive Arrows"
u Having i'll due time roc~i.cd them,
ne sat down On the broad window sill
and ostcntatiously perused the entire
woman's page. Across the way the
assistant editor thereof dimpled and
twinkIed over her desk and her muci-
lage brush though her head was stu.
diously turned away from the street.
Miss Davidson prided herself on her
rigid sense Of justice, but sometimes it
was soreiy tested. 1t was her duty
to open and read all letters and the
manuscripts for the daily prize story
of 900 words. These last she assorted
into three piles-good, possible and i'm
possible. The first were published. the
second turned over for another read
ing and final decision to the editor,
Miss Howard" The last were. re-
turned to the writers.
SAes came upon one which she un-
hesitatingly pronounced good and was
about to place it on the first pile when
The name and address of the author
caught her eye. Il
She recognized them as belonging to
woman who was second reader"
on d we'll known magazine and who
had only the week before rejected
story which Miss Davidson had sub
mitted for publication. Her cheeks
burned anew as she recalled the curt
sentence scrawled across the usual
printed declined with thanks" slip
whieh ronses all the evil passions In
the literary temperament:
Dear Maaam-You can surely do better
stories than this. Sehd us really first
rate sscry and we will be glad to con-
alder II. ALICE c.. SMITH, Reader. /.
she took a rejection slip from al
pIgeonhole in her desk. Chance had
put revenge into her own hands.
she dipped her pen into the violet
mix and poised it above the slip. Them
she paused. This was the SUMTER
shot of the war between sscattfness," y
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