Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1904-03-26
a RAY OF SUNLIGHT

/ FIRST timid and then more decided. AS
Il was the habit Of my boy to so ex-
press his advent. sang out, Come
In, can't your and did not look up.
The persistent ray. engineered by
the breeze-against which | felt ris-
Ing wrath as my papers began to fiut-
ter--caused me to push my manuscript
to the further side and wheel round
with my back to the intruder.
Recovering myself. How did you
get int" l asked, more bluntly than
politely.
Through the door. in response to
your invitation" she answered.
quietly.
She was standing.
"0hl yes--I had forgotten. Well"
with a glance at the unfinished letters
how can | serve you!"
IL want something to do" she said.
and then / was reminded of the first
knock.
Have you ever worked on news
paper?" l asked. feeling sure this
would end the Interview.
"oh, no: but can earnestly.
Really" / was deperate. and that
sun ray kept running up and down
her hair until 1t shone like Furnished
gold Really, | have nothing at
present that you could do. and. indeed.
! am well supplied with full force
except"
hesitated.
Except what?" she said, eagerly.
THE person | need requires expert
ence."
"Ill come again. and for the first
time she allowed her eyes to wander
round my den.
The next morning | hurried to my
business with well.defned plan Of
action to keep out intruders, when
what was my surprise upon opening
my door to find my gray-eyed friend,
in almost the same position awaiting
my entrance.
Good morning" l said, trying to
be polite.
Il have come for something to do"
pray, be seated, and we will talk
this matter over. Have you ever re-
portedG'
For newspaper mo-
well, that is what / want--a re-
porter-some one who can report"
Report what?" she interrupted.
You want me to report anybody"
and from where | don't know came q
dainty lilac pencil and small note
| book
Feeling that was fairly trapped.
said, desperately:
| "Yes-write."
About y'-pencil suspended.
About the thing that has most in
terested you lately, and bring 1t on
Thursday that | may know your
STYLE
BY the time | had said this much.
Richard was himself again. and I
held the door open.
| THANK YOU"
This was Tuesday, so two days later,
as l opened my Office door, there sat
my latest reporter with typewritten
manuscript loosely folded in her
hands.
Good morning. | have brought your
manuscript in good time, | hope
well, yes, you are certainly
prompt" l could not help saying. Il
am glad 1t is typewriter"
81 always typewrite my manu-
script" she replied.
You have reported before?" / said,
quickly.
"Oh! no. decidedly. 'shall I
waltz" rising.
Yes, you had better, in case this
| is not what / want"
/ certainly caught a CLEAN of hui
NOR then and turned to the perusal
with interest.
The first words rather startled me.
for there was familiar air about
them. bent my head lower. and
soon a ringing peal of laughter es-
capped me. Most cleverly had she de-
scribed my surroundings; the first
days interview, with my very
thoughts, was put In cold type; even
the tantalizing sun ray came In for
Its share of notice, and, lastly, the
"a ea1tC Nuc bibtSht UP W tAO ~ VS0as
moment, and felt, then and there,
that had said just exactly what she
intended | should.
rs 1t accepted?" she said, demurely.
why, of course" calculated, feel
ing that had secured treasure, and
thinking OF the numberless interviews
which had been denied former report
ers, and how well this one could man
age them.
II just wanted to know" she said,
rising and putting up the notebook.
'Ill ask you please to return that
manuscript. 1t Is only one of series
that am to w.ite on the difficulties
which women experience In forging to
the front, and as it rightly belongs to
the - Woman's Club of which I
am president, cannot dispose OF it."
Miss So" / exclaimed, recalling
well-known mans daughter.
1.-THE same" she said. now laugh
ing
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