The Huttig news., 1910-01-15
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 1 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-by for | his"
 l They gazed at Hendrick, who was beating out story on his typewriter Click sighed.
 T remember the biggest weeks bill ever made as a reporter" said he, re- f1ectively. Time of the St Louis cy- clone. I wrote-''
 Here MT. 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 amiaby
 "Evenin, Joe, said he. What you making?'
 Sunday story" replied Hendrick, briefly.
 Click remained beside him. IIen- drick stopped work and hid the sheet upon his machine by carelessly laying one arm over t. He smiled coldly.
 "Romance?" pursued Click, and he wondered why Hendrick flushed at the word. Why don't yor shoot out some more of that Bowers junk? It's good and you can't turn out too many of 'em. How you feeling?'
 "Oh, I'm all right" said Hendlick. 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 I was a young | fellow There1l 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, 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 a boy an nouneed that his services We're re. quired by the city desk
 Man killed two, took gas hln self and made bloomer of it, now at tie hospital. Wife caught him with afJi,i- l ty on the street. Here's the names We can't stand over three-quayters to- night. Only ten-page paper" said Mr. Pickle. Smith can take it on the phone if it looks like job. Gim- me what you can for the first''
 It was 1 a. m. when Hendrick fin ished his nights assignment Click, going home with all the morning pa pers under his arm, was shocked to | see HendFick take out an envelope, rapidly scan the typewriter pages Il 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 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 | tW CCu uCWS StOlltS uc tQlHSl cut iIlil C- merable columns.
 T believe he's doing book" saii l Charlie Cubb, the juvenile individual who did such chores for the Whiif as the older men declined.
 Hes been looking gloomicr every night since he started on it. remarked | MT. McLemon, who covered Tender 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 inouiries were made. Click publicly mourned over him.
 "Hendrick must have six full pages I 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 I can't get him to write even 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 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?'
 "Nothings right said Hendrick, l dolefully. Its all wrong"
 Click heard the swish of silk gown. That was an infrequent sound in the city room. He looked. pretty 1 girl. in an olive green gown and a droopy sort of hat with plume, of which Click approved, followed pug 1 nosed copy boy toward Hendrick s I desk. She carried a sheath of big en- l velope with the New York Whiff print ed in one corner.
 "Oh, Joey" she cried, rushing past the boy: we moved two weeks ago and I just happened to go into the old