Okolona messenger. (Okolona, Miss.) 1900-current, 1909-03-10
THEYOUNG
REPORT Err.
He Appeared to Be Very
industrious.

ends" observed Tom Click, who was
on the cable desk He'll blow up like
they all do. He's young and eager, of
course. but if he keeps this gait up it'll
be tell the gang fond good-by fo-
his"
They gazed at Hendrick, who was
beating out story on his typewriter.
Click sighed.
Il remember the biggest weeks bill
ever made as a reporter" said he, re-
flectively Time of the ST Louis cy-
clone. wrote"
Here Mr. Pickles phone rang and
he answered it with glad haste, be-
cause he'd heard about that record bill.
Click, having little TO do at the mo-
ment, strolled about the city room He
halted at Hendricks desk and greeted
the young man amiably.
"Evenin', Joe" said he. What you
making?"
Sunday story" replied Hendrick,
briefly.
/ Click remained beside him Hen
drick stopped work and hid the sheet
upon his machine by carGsessly laying
one arm over it. He smiled coldly.
"RomanGe?" pursued Click, and he
wondered why Hendrick flushed at the
word. why don't you shoot out some
more OF that Bowery junk? It's good
and you can't turn out too many of
EN-. How you feelings?
"Oh, I'm all right" said Hendrick.
He sighed as if irritated.
/ II tell you, better not try to do too
much" Click warned. - was Just as
gay as you are when | was young
. fellow. Therell be reporters after
we're dead"
Some one on your phone, sir" a
small copy boy sought the speaker s
attention
"As you'll find out" ended Click,
and scuttled to his desk
Obviously relieved, Hendrick re.
turned to his work Sheet after sheet
Joined the neat pile beside the type.
writer In the middle of one, at which
! he stared with worried eyes, boy an.
nounced that his services were re.
quired by the city desk.
Man killed two, took gas himself
and made bloomer of it, now at the
hospital. Wife caught him with affini.
ty on the street. Here's the names. We
can't stand over three-Cuarters to.
night. Only ten-page paper" said
Mr.. Pickle. Smith can take it on the
phone if it looks like a job. Gin.
me what you can for the first"
1t was l a. m. when Hendrick fin
ished his nights assignment. Click,
going home with all the morning pa
persf under his arm, was shocked to
see Hendrick take out an envelope,
rapidly scan the typewriter pages 1t
had held and then begin upon the
Sunday stuff" The toiler looked up
and met Clicks gaze.
you better go home" said the cable
editor sterhly. "Gwan, get out o. here
and quit that ding-donging foreverl
Want any eyes OF brains left for your
old age?"
Hendrick smiled coldly.
Every member of the staff comment
ed on Hendricks love of work. Be.
tween news stories he turned out innu.
merable columns.
Il believe he's doing book" said
Charlie Cubb, the juvenile individual
Who did such chores for the Whit as
the older men declined.
He's been looking gloomier every
night since he started on it, remarked
Mr. McLemon, who covered Tender
loin police Amt bit like himself"
They speculated, but after one or
two attempts the Whiff's staff ceased
to ask questions, because Hendrick
displayed too savage temper VIXEN
inquiries were made. Click publicly
mourned over him.
"Hendrick must have six full pages
in the magazine" he said>to Shipper,
the Sunday editor, on a Saturay after
noon. "You shouldn't let him work as
he does Bad
why | can't get him TO write even
a little human interest story-snd | of.
fered TO run his name over it, said the
Sunday editor. They're all lazy. And
he's the --LATEST"
"Hendrick hasn't anything in to-
morrow"
Mary line" said Shipper"
Mighty queer, ruminated Click. is
he trying to bust the magazines?"
In the city room Hendrick was writ
ing, as usual but he appeared,
Now what you doing?' asked Click.
sunday story?'
Hendrick nodded sadly.
Went TIE end come out right?'
Nothing's right" said Hendrick
dolefully IT'S all wrong"
Click heard the swish of silk
gown. That was an infrequent sound
IN the -no'n. He looked. A pretty
yhich 80 proved, followed a pug
nosed COPY boy toward Hendricks
desk. She. carried a shesth of big en-
yelope with he New York Whit print.
ed in one corner.
"Oh, joey she cried, rushing past
the boy; We moved two weeks ago
and JUS. haraered to go into the Old
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