Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-10-26

Judith sprang up and peeped just in time to recognize
the back of reporter whom she knew to be on The
Union She thrilled with the excitement OF the game
She would have scoop! She settled back sohdy on the
presidents coat and pulled her narrow skirts closely
down on each side.
Time passed, and everything again became drowSlly
quiet This too inside room, with skyllght
overhead through which the came blister1ngy Out
of it opened the large light, airy outside ONCE OF the
manager that had been the assembly room OF the Of
cials Judith wished she ght leave her seat Just long
enough to open the door that connected the two and
get air; but the hall door aar and already the
boy suspicious might see the coat She wished
she had something to read, something to eat a tan
An hour went by. Could he have left by another
exit? No. he could not go without his coat hat, yes
but coat! None of the other men was his SIZE judith
looked at her watch for the hundredth time. 1t was
four o'clock and-oh, she was SO hungry and thirsty
and tired and hot She could scarcely keep her eyes
open. Her thoughts went to her editor.
He padding, very likely, along the tern-etched
bank of the lake the country club maybe with Helen
Worthington Helen had been udths closest friend in
high school, She was society girl now, honored and
feted but fortunate Helen had her troubles her
engagement broken. Why, Judith didn't know
Since then, however, she had been canoeing several
times with Judiths editor She had gushed to Judith
that he perfect dear. Why don't you fall IN love
with him. Judie?' Helen Worthngton could be so silly.
She could see them in the graceful boat, Heens
lovely white hand trailing in the clear cold water slip
dark beauty splash of vivid color against the boats
dull cushions; her editor padding slowly, easily he
did all things, in hurry, his massive head barred
to the breeze. saying light nothngs in low, vibrant
voice that always made his slightest personal word
pregnant with meanng-as when he called her "Prin-
cess He hadn't called her that since the wretched
day in the tearoom. She wondered what he called
Helen.
All at once Judith was rebel 1t was unfair and
Just that he and Helen should have this whole afternoon
among the water lilies while she suttocated and starved,
all for his old paper!
The bov raced n looked wildly about then to the
next room back and forth among chairs and desks then
again repeat his dog-ollowng Install gyrations
in the smaller
Lost something's Judith asked innocently.
"The president says he left his coat here. Guess it's
in another office"
Judith sat hard and said nothing The boy raced
down the hall She fell back her disconnected
ing Why should she kill herself that her editor might
have SCOOP Let the boy have the coat, if he
again. Why was. she making martyr of herself, when
it would mean more in her own purse
THERE was brisk turn of the doorknob, and this
time the president himself, red of face
sweaty and moppy and generally irascble of men,
stepped in His shirt stuck to his body in spots, and his
collar was wlted. Judith remembered that she must
rse but with difficulty she recalled her questions
planned such ages and ages ago. The fire had passed.
her spirit deadened She only managed to sit tight
and mechanically put her questions
MIR. Turner she said, and he stopped stock still
midway the larger room Il a reporter from The
Mist Do you think of beginning extensions this
ner?' She came out with it blunty because she
too weary for maneuver1ng She meant to get it
quickly and get into the air. Nothing under the
mattered now but huge pitcher OF iced tea and stack
of cold chicken sandwiches. The world could stand
still while she ate and drank.
The little Big Man, amazed, came back to the desk
Reporters didn't usually address him from their chairs
what IS that you ask astonishing young person.