Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-09-28
PART I.

with that dignity and calm pose urged upon
Latoonas young teachers by an ambitious super
ntendent. A new editor from the East had taken
over Latoonas one daily @The Morning Mist" 1t
was her chance at last! She would go to see him
that very day after school was out. She would
put her case urgently and earnestly, and he would
have to listen to her! The old editor had seen her
grow up. He had no respect for her abilities
The strange editor would have no prejudlces. She
would make him listen!
Judith wanted to be newspaper woman more
than anything else in the world. She had always
wanted to be a newspaper woman, even back IN
high school days when she had edited the school
paper and during the two years of normal school
training which she hadn't wanted to take in the
very least; and more than ever since she had been
teaching She wanted desk in @The Morning
Mist Office, and she wanted to sit at that desk
surrounded by delicious litter and write stories
about things they happened out in the big
world. The old editor had printed her little
stories from time to time in the Sunday paper,
paying her in subscriptions. She had applied to
him for regular position every time he printed
one, and had been as regularly and hopelessly
fused She had almost abandoned hope-an
then all at once this splendid news
Judith hurried home from school and got into
her prettiest spring dress of golden brown
Judith was golden brown girl, the gold being
mostly in her hair and the brown in her eyes; and
vet there rich brown depths to her golden
hair and when she was excited golden sparks in
her very brown eyes. She was like a kind of silk
they call changeable.-brightly vivid, and ever
varying. Beautiful when happy, she had wistfu
eyes and was a triae forlorn when things went
wrong in her young life.
THIS afternoon she looking her very best,
and she knew it; but when she finally reached
the editors door she was all of futter. When
voice called "Come!" to her tiid rap, she utterly
forgot her speech that was to set forth her de-
sires and qualifications. She stepped into the
tobacco-blue atmosphere of the Uttered room and
an athletic appearing young back of the old ed
tors desk. Dark curls crisped close handsome
bulky head and the looked up his slate eye
appraised her.
Al want to see the new editor Judith gasped. TIL
simply could not be he An editor always thin an
bald and ascetic grouchy of manner and without
ment of time to spare.
"Well what can do for you-Princess?' His voic
had peculiar rich throatness that lent him age an
dignity. There was disrespect in the manner of HI
address. 1t seemed merely to be his appraisement.
Il am Judith Wells The old editor published som
of my stories"
Il am glad to meet you Miss Wells" He got up an
offered her his chair.
She accepted it hestatngly. He perched on the col
ner of the shabby desk and smiled down at her.
Il want to 60 the paper, she began breathlessly
Il want to be newspaper woman. want regular 10
writng-us for experience at first. don't ask for pay
He continued to gaze at her, and his expression no
said, what pity!' @Why do you want it2' he aske
at last.
Il want to be newspaper woman more than any
thing else in the world I'm-I'm teaching now"
THAT is, he said, bending nearer for the presses ha
begun to revolve down stairs, "you think you want
be !; newspaper woman. It's no work for nice girl.
Il would do nice newspaper work"
"There isn't any; that is not much It's tina
counts, and news gatherers must 60 everywhere an
hear everything" He sighed and Strengthened bach
claspng his firm, strong hands his knee Il hav
place open.' He spoke with crisp finaity.
Judith wasn't convinced. She looked it.
"Mss Wells, listen! I'm New York man, and Nv