Smyrna times., 1908-07-01
She shook her head.


Can you tell me anything about the
cOmpany?"
There is nothing to tell"
WHO is their Washington CORE
spondent?"
She looked at the whip in his hand
and laughed.
If you will come when Mr.. Carleton
is in" she said. he will tell you all
YOU wish to know"
The friendliness in her voice dis
PEELED his irritation.
When will he be here?" he asked.
She hesitated a moment His hab-
its are irregular He may be here any
time. He is never gone long"
Il wish very much indeed to see
him." He was thinking he had never
seen more charming face. Il shall
call again in a few days"
A week later Mr. Harringford called
without his whip-to see Mr.. Garlic
ton. The president was not in. Miss
Carleton did not know when he would
be. and Mr.. Harringford. although his
call was long one, made few inquiries
about the syndicate.
When next he called Mr.. Carleton
had left the city the day before. The
next time he was expected home in a
day or two. Then Mr. Harringford for.
! got to ask for him
! One afternoon Mr.. HarringfOrd rang
several times at Miss Carleton's suit.
There was no answer, and he opened
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and waited a few minutes Then he
walked restlessly about the room, look
ing at pictures and bric-a-brac.
In his wanderings he came to a ia.
BILE. On it were several long, bulky
envelopes and a mimeOgraph. Each
envelope bore in Miss Careton's writ
ing the address of a newspaper.
Beside the mimeOgraph lay the ar.
ticle from which the copies had been
made. He read the heading: News
From Washington. Copyright by the
Standard Syndicate"
There was a soft rustic behind him,
but he did not turn.
MIR. Harringfordr' She walked
around the table and stood opposite
him. Mr. Harringfordr Her voice
trembled
You wrote this?" he asked coldly.
She nodded
You are the Washington correspond
ent of the Standard syndicate"
Yes"
Are you II. w. CarletonP"
Yes. and-and I'm worse than that
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The congressman stared at her.
'The whole Standard syndicateY' ht
repeated.
, The whole thing" she said miser
, ably. I'm the Washington correspond
ent, the president Tm-Pm even thu
printers"
. A little of the hardness left his face
(. why did you not tell me?" he asked
"Oh. couldn't. At first it was grea
j. fun to deceive you and to keep 20
hunting H. W Carleton. And when
l. knew you better | couldn't tell you
2 was the person who had written thos
q contemplate things about you"
9 How have you done this-a girl lik
yOu?"
: western paper, but the pay was small
. | wrote to a number of provincial pf
pers and asked them if they could us
a series of weekly letters from Wasl
. ington. l signed myself The Standar
= Syndicate. H. w. Carleton, President
, Several papers subscribed for the le
\ ters. Every week wrote the New
70 n in crfo 10 fbo n
the mimeOgraph and sent them to III
Il papers. All the correspondents wet
> putting you, and | thought you weI
=, becoming a little spectacular and yer
= cOnceited. After knew you | was so
= ry and bitterly ashamed. | wanted
=, ask your forgiveness, but | was afrai
- you wouldn't
9. DO you think care for what yo
wrote about me?" he asked indignan
n ly. rs my vanity as great as that?"
= But | care-dreadfully. | have NJ
= written any more nasty things abol
= you. I've praised you as much as IL
70 others have. But | couldn't tell you
20 Her voice broke, and her eyes wei
a full of tears. Don't be angry with m
Can't you forgive me-?
!, Il canon conditions"
- What are they"
"The Standard syndicate goes out
;, business and H. w. Carleton devot
"a her time to criticsing me-but not
paper"
no Miss Carleton gathered up her e
velOpes and dropped them into II
open fire and laid the mimeograph
them. Then she turned to Harrington
and held out her hands.
:. The Standard syndicate has gol
a, out of business" she said
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