Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1910-01-12


ain minute, Mr.. Dunn" said Helen
Bradley as she tossed her hat on the
top of her desk, hung her coat care
fully on a peg in the wall and crowded
her gloves into a 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
Mr.. 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 60
ing to ask you to do some Of my
work"
Helen gave a startled "Oh, I'm sorry
you're goingw blushed and regained
her usual businesslike voice. Very
WELL" she said. what work.
'Fll 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
90 many times, guess you know
good thing when you see it as well as
/ do. I'm putting it right up to you.
Miss Bradley. That's all, thank you"
John Dunn swung round in his chair.
''HelloT' he said into the telephone
receiver. GIVE me the composing
ROOM"
Helen heard him calling emphatically
and urgently for overdue proofs as
she closed the connecting door be-
tween the rooms.
Then she sat down to wonder why
Mr.. Dunn was going SO suddenly
away and to map out her two pages
for the next weeks Sunday paper.
The day was hard one for the ed
ttor Of the Star woman's page. Inc
photographer telephoned that there
wasn't enough sunlight and the fash
ION photographs wouldn't be ready I'M
til the next day.
The beauty" writer sent word that
she had cold and couldn't get her
copy in on time possibly.
Mr.. Siddons, the managing editor,
came In to say that he didn't think
much Of the new series of fashion ar
dcles Helen was running.
Her typewriter broke down, and she
had to wait two hours for a man to
AZ it. Five O'clock found her still at
her desk, struggling to think Of some
thing besides hash to tell about In the
column she was writing on How to
Make Attractive Leftover Luncheon
Dishes"
''Oh, Miss Bradley" Mr.. Dunn came
into her room, his coat on and his hat
in his hand. Il forgot to tell you.
Don't be soft hearted and accept things
just because you think the writer looks
pinched and poor, the way you 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 a
moment the tone Of the businesslike
editor giving place to that Of SYM
pathetic fellow worker. you're tired.
Miss Bradley. Shut up your desk and
60 home. Tomorrow you'll be fresh,
and things will go better. Jove," he
added, 'ft's a shame to pile extra work
on your
'Oh, Mr.. Dunn" said Helen, Il don't
a bit mind! And Pm 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. Il hope you'll en-
Joy your trip"
Then as he went out of the room she
said to herself: Now, l must remem-
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 week Helen had
several times had recourse to the two
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