The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1909-12-17
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ous,' said Mr.. Pickle, night city edi-
tor of the daily Whit. Hes always
writing Sunday stuff
Cant burn the candle at both
ends" observed Tom Click, who was
on the cable desk. Hell 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 bye for his
They gazed at Hendrick. who was
beating out story on his typewrit-
er. Click sighed.
~ remember the biggest weeks
bill I ever made as a reported said
he refectively. Time of the st.
Louis cyclone. I wrote"
Mere 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
moment strolled about the city room.
He halted at Hendricks desk and
greeted the young man amiably.
"Hyenin', Joe." said he. what you
MAXINE"
Sunday story replied Hendrick
briefly.
Click remained beside him. fIend-
rick stopped work and hid the sheet
upon his machine by carelessly lay
Ing one arm over it. He smiled cold
".
"Romance?" 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 'em. How you feeling?'
An, I'm all right" said Hendrick
He sighed as If irritated.
4 tell you, better not try to do too
much" Click warned. 81 was just
as gay as you are when l was a
young fellow There'll be reporters
after we're dead"
Some one on your phone, SIR" a
small copy boy sought the speakers
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
typewriter. In the middle of one, at
which he stared with worried eyes,
a boy announced that his services
were required by the city desk.
Man killed two, took gas himself
and made bloomer Of it, now at
the hospital Wife caught him with
affinity on the street. Here's the
names" 1--WE can't stand over three
quarters tonight Only ten page
paper said Mr.. Pickle. Smith can
take it on the phone if it looks like
q late job. Gimme what you can for
the first"
Hendrick rushed back to his copy,
folded it into big envelope ana slid
that into his coat pocket.
Why does he lug Sunday story
around on this murder thing?, pond
cred Click, who saw the action. Chat
boys head is just so full of space
grabbing in the magazine section
that he can't think of anything else"
Hendrick, having garnered story
6COu CAOuSh lOi tue urSL page, re-
turned in time to pound out a third
Of column for the first edition.
Then he rewrote the late and length
ened It to the full column, to which
Mr.. Pickle. being pleased with his
young mans gleanings. graciously
extended the space allowance.
1t was a. m. when Hendriclx fin
ished his nights assignment. Click,
going home with all the morning pa
pN-s under his arm, was shocked to
see Hendrick take out an envelope,
rapidly scan the typewriter pages
it had held and then begin upon the
Sunday stuff" The toiler looked UP
and met Clicks gaze
You better go home, get out o.
here and quit that ding-donging for
everi Want any eyes or brains left
for your old age?"
Hendrick smiled coldly.
my eyes are all right" he retort-
ed. GOOD night"
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