Connecticut western news., 1910-01-06
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By LOUISE OSBORN.


 her gloves into d pigeonhole marked Recipes"
 Then she gave an adjusting pat to her hair and hurried through the door connecting her little room with the office of the Sunday editor of the Star
 Good morning. Miss Bradley" said MT. Dunn, just as he had said it every morning since, five years before, Helen Bradley had begun to work on the WOman's page of the Star. I'm going away tomorrow morning, and I'm go- ing to ask you to do some of my work
 Helen gave a startled "Oh, I'm sorry you're going!' blushed and regained her usual businesslike voice. Very we'll" she said. What work?'
 "Pll tell Jimmie to give you all manuscripts addressed to me. Open them Read the stuff that's sent in and pass on it. You've helped me out so many times, 1 guess you know a good thing when you see it as well as 1 do. I'm putting it right up to you, Miss Bradley. That's alI thank you"
 John Dunn swung round in his chair.
 "HellOr' he said into the telephone receiver. Give me the composing roOm."
 Helen heard him calling emphaticalIy and urgently for overdue proofs as she closed the connecting door be- tween the rooms.
 Then she sat down to wonder why MT. Dunn was going so suddenly away and to map out her two pages for the next weeks Sunday paper.
 The day was q hard one for the ed itor of the Star wOman's page. The photographer telephOned that there wasn't enough sunlight and the fash ion photographs wouldn't be ready un til the next day.
 The beauty" writer sent word that she had q cold and couldn't get her copy in on time possibly.
 Mr. SiddOns, the managing editor, came ill to say that he didn't thi::'. much of the new series of fashion a. ticles Helen was running.
 Her typewriter broke down, and S''" had to wait two hours for man to fix it. Five o'clock found her still Ht her desk, struggling to think of sonlN- thing besides hash to tell about in thc column she was writing on "How to Make Attractive Leftover Luncheon Dishes"
 ''Oh, Miss Bradley" MT. Dunn came into her room, his coat on and his hat in his hand. "I forgot to tell you. Don't be soft hearted and accept things just because you think the writer looks pinched and poor, the way yCu did those fashion articles SiddOns kicked about. To go the stuff's got to have plenty of human interest, you know. It's got to have personal appeal. Re member that"
 Then he looked at her flushed cheeks and shining eyes in the bright circle under the green drop light over her desk.
 "What's the matter?' he said, for q moment the tone of the businesslike editor giving place to that of q sym pathetic fellow worker. ''YOure tired, Miss Bradley. Shut up your desk and go home Tomorrow you'll be fresh, and things will go better. love-" he added. its a shame to pile extra work on your
 "Oh, MT. Dunn" said Helen, Il don't a bit mind! And I'm awfully glad to do it for you. I'll try not to make any dreadful blunders."
 Helen smiled as they shook hands. "GoOdby," she said. II hope you'll en- joy your trip.'
 Then as he went out of the room she said to herself: Now. l must remcm- Der. Human interest and personal ap- peal" And she Scribbled the two phrases down on a slip of paper and pinned it to her calendar.
 By the time John Dunn had been away from the office d week Helen had several times had recourse to the two watchwOrds he had given her.
 The task of passing on manuscripts was always a hard one for Helen. She knew good article when she saw it, as the Sunday editor had said; but, as he had also hinted, her sound business sense was too often overcome by her imagination.
 If the copy she read was written with a well worn typewriter ribbon, if the paper seemed cheap or the ink looked watered, Helen was always dis posed ill favor of the article.
 Il suppose" she sad to h>cself more than once, that a really good editOr- like MT. Dunn, for instance-dOesn't pay a bit of attention to anything but the story itself"
 And with the desire always before her to discharge her added responsibil- ities in a way that would please the absent editor Helen read the articles submitted to her ill her most profes- siOnal manner and submitted them all to the tests of human in< crest" and personal appeal"
 As the week passed HN->n found that her desire to please the grave and di~nifiel Sunday editor was not only a desire to do her work well. With some annoyance she realized how much she had grown to depend on his friendly Good morning. ana Good night"
 Sue called herself foolish, for she re-