Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-06-16

MEN are all alike" said Kitty, indig-
nantly. They seem to think our hearts
are paper valentines-all lace and flagree
and sentiment, when in reality we're just
as ambitious as they are" And Kitty
paused an instant to meet the look In Bruce
Rayburn's eyes with a defiant flash.
They were sitting on the window-seat In
the drawing room of her little apartment
1t was a warm night toward the LIST OF
November. Beneath them the city lay
pricked with a million lights; the trees of
Central Park were dark and blotted with
shadow-the night air brought with 1T a
faint breath of earth and leaves-the in
tangible fragrances Of fall
you say a woman Is meant to love and
be loved" Kitty went on, but that's only
one emotion Isn't there room for ambition
besides? I've always detested that silly
desert island idea! While as for ambition
you don't know what my work means to
me; journalism is keeping your finger on
the pulse of the world-belng in the whlrl OF
events and not just mere onlooker. 1t
means being In touch with humanity, the
weakest as well the strongest. 1t 8
fighting to get your place-and holding 1t
once you We got II! 1t means working side
BY side with people who've done clever, dar-
ing thngsl Oh. Just love the hurry and
skurry of some big night, when the whole
stam is working overtime-from the city edl-
tor 10 the foremani The very boys shout
ing 'Uxtra" along the street thrill me to
the core. And every window ablaze with
highland messengers coming and going
and your paper ahead Of all the others
and getting things first that's what my
work means to me-" And Kitty, flushed
and breathess, pushed her fair hair out OF
her eyes. and ended with little gasp of
emotion.
Rayburn folded his arms and looked out
hg vii
80 you're never going to give any
thought to-what did you call it?-lace
paper sentiments You're never going to
have any time for loVe-or lovers2'
Not till / get what l want said Kitty.
And what's that?'
"A big scoop, " she answered energeti-
cally.
Rayburn laughed
Suppose you don't get it?" he suggested.
oh but l SHALL cried Kitty, with that
assurance which carried her through every
thing. and made her particularly valuable
TO the staff of the Daily Planet. The wo-
mans page was her special section, and
she herself was as chic and pretty as the
best of its fashion plates. Her crisp,
breezy style of writing appealed to the pub
lie especially the feminine public, which
turned eagerly to anything signed K. c.
But Kitty's ambition was not so easily
satisfied. She longed TO get an important
piece Of news that no one else knew any
thing about-news that would fill several
Ting stuff. and leave Its readers agape for
more. over and over again the thing
seemed near her grasp, and then ii eluded
her. You're a clever little woman"
James Bryce, the war correspondent, often
remarked but there's one thing you
haven't been able 10 attain"
Just waltz Kitty would rejOin, and in
wardly determined to get a scoop or die
in the attempt Yet, while she possessed
strong Will, Rayburn was equally indomit-
able. Kitty knew 1t the first day she met
him. read II IN his vigorous handshake and
resolute gray eyes. OF late she had be-
gun TO fancy that she read something else
there too, so deep that she hardly ac-
Fuowledged II even to herself. For, though
she cared for Raybun, she loved success
also. and she did not want to give up her
work till she had achieved It.
Il hope you'll have your hearts desire,
then" said Rayburn as he rose to go, and
Kitty thought she detected a note of irony
IN his voice.
When the door had closed on him and
Kitty had put out the light and gone into
her little pink and blue dressing room, Ag-
mes Sheridan. who shared the apartment.
entered, candle in hand 1t was the hour
for kmuuos and condolences.
My dear" said Agnes, II couldn't help
hearing part Of your conversation. And