Okolona messenger. (Okolona, Miss.) 1900-current, 1909-03-31
|THEYOUNG.
REPORTER.
He Appeared to. Be Very
industrious.

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 II he keeps this gait up it'll
be tell the gang fond good-by fo-
his"
They gazed at Hendrick, who was
beating out a story on his typewriter.
Click sighed.
Il remember the biggest Week Dill
ever made as reporter" said he, re-
flectiveiy. Time of the ST. Louis cy-
clone. wrote"
Here Mr.. Pickles phone rang ard
he answered it with glad haste, be-
s 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
msking?"
Sunday story" replied Hendrick.
briefly
Click remained beside him. Hen
drick stopped work and hid the sheet
upon his machine by carelessly laying
one arm over it. He smiled coldly.
"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
EN-. How you feeling?"
"Oh, I'm ali right" said Hendrick.
He sighed as if irritated.
Il tell you, better not try to do too
much Click warned. Il was just as
Say as you are when | was a young
fellow. There'll be reporters after
were dead"
Some one on your phone, sir"
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 type
writer. In the middle of one, at which
he stared with worried eyes, boy an
nounced that his services were re-
CURED 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 IN the street. Here's the names. We
can't stand over three-quarters to.
night Only ten-page paper" said
Mr.. Pickle. Smith can take it on the
phone if it looks like job. Gbm-
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
pers~tmder his arm, was shocked to
see Hendrick lake out an envelope,
rapidly scah~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 sternly. "Gwan, get out a here
and quft that ding-donging forever!
Want any eyes or brains left for your
old age?"
I1eHQIlCh Sulll0u COluly.
Every member of the staff comment
ed on Hendricks love of work. Be.
! tween news stories he turned out innu,
merable columns.
Charlie Cubb, the juvenile individual
who did such chores for the Whit az
the older men declined.
Hes 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 when
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 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-and 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"
"Nary line" said Shipper"
mighty queer ruminated Click. Us
he trying to bust the magazines?"
In the city room Hendrick was writ
ing, as usual, but he appeared.
"Now what you doingf' asked Click.
Sunday story?"
Hendrick nodded sadly.
Wont the end come out right?"
"Nothings right" said Hendrick.
dolefully. Its all wrong"
Click heard the swish Of a silk
gown. That was an infrequent sound
in the -, room. He looked>A pretty
girl olive green gown and 9
droopysprt of hat with a plume, OF
which Ukek approved. followed a pug.
nosed copy boy toward hendricks
desk. She carried sheath of big en-
velope with the New York Whit print
ed in one corner
"oh Joey" she cried. rushing past
the boy; I'VE moved two weeks ago
and inst happened to go into the old