The Huttig news., 1909-02-20
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| Sunday stuff"
 Can't 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-by for his"
 They gazed at Hendrick, who was beating out story on his typewriter Click sighed
 T remember the biggest weeks bill ever made as reporter said he. re- fiectively. Time of the St. Louis cy- clone 1 wrote-'
 Here MT. Pickles phone rang and he answered it with glad haste, be- cause he'd heard about that record bilf Click, having little to do at the mo ment, strolled about the city room. He halted at Hendricks desk and greeted the young man amiaby.
 "Evenin', Joe.s said he What you making?"
 Sunday story replied Hendrick. briefly.
 Click remained beside him. IIen- drlck stopped work and hid the sheet upon his machine by carelessly laying one arm over :t. He smiled colily
 "Romance?" pursued Click. and he wondered why Hendrick flushed at the word. Why don't you shoot out some more of that Bowers junk? IFS good and you can't turn out too many of em. How you feeling?"
 "Oh, I'm all right" said Hendliek. He sighed as if irritated
 T tell you, better not try to d. too much,' Click warned. T Was j.st as gay as you are when l was young fellow. There'll be reporte.s aft were dead-n
 Some one on your phone, ST." a small copy boy sought the speaAers attention.
 As you'll find out, ended Click, and scuttled to his desk.
 Obviously relieved, Hend~ck re- turned to his work. Sheet alter sheet joined the neat pile beside the type. writer In the middle of one. at which he stared with worried eyes boy aa- nounced that his services We're re. quired by the city desk. Man killed two, took gas hln se,f and made bloomer of it, now at ti. , hospital. Wife caught him with af1,..- ty on the street. Here's the names. We can't stand over three-qualters to- night. Only ten-page paper" sail Mr. Pickle. Smith can take it on the phone if it looks like job Gini- me what you can for the first"
 It was 1 a. m. when Hendrick fin. ished his nights assignment Lick, going home with all the morning pa- pers under his arm, was shocked to see Hendrick take out an envelope, rapidly scan the typewriter, pages II had held and then begin upon tho Sunday stuff" The toiler looked up and met Clicks gaze.
 You better go home,'' said the cable editor sternly. "Gwan. get out O here and quit that ding-donging foreveri Want any eyes or brains left for your old age?"
 Hendrick smiled coldly.
 Every member of the staff comment ed on Hendricks love of work. Re tween news stories he turned cut inng- merable columns.
 T believe he's doing a book" sai Charlie Cubb, the juvenile individual who did such chores for the Wifi as the older men declined.
 Hes been looking gloomicr every nj oh cir hpc cto ri ! ly I Mr. McLemon, who covered Teud-r- loin police. "Ain't bit like himself
 They speculated but after one or two attempts the Whiff's staff ceased to ask questions, because Hendricx displayed a 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, he Sunday editor, on Saturay after noon. You shouldn't let him work as he does Bad"
 Why I can't get him to write even little human interest story-and l of fered to run his name over it. said the Sunday editor They're all lazy And he's the laziest."
 "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
 Wont the end come out right?"
 "Nothing's right said Hendrick, dolefully. It's all wrong"
 Click heard the swish of a silk gown. That was an infrequent sound in the city room. He looked. A pretty girl. in an olive green gown and a droopy sort of hat with a plume, of which Click approved. followed pug nosed copy boy toward Hendrick S desk She carried a sheath of big en- velope with the New York Whiff print ed in one corner.
 "Oh, Joey she cried. rushing past 1 the boy; We moved two weeks ago and I inst hannened to po iIito tho ofd