Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1914-01-11
SUNDAY MAGAZINE FOR JANUARY IL. 1914

to do anything but Judith, having much temper
any other young woman Of lively disposition with
siderable red her hair and eyes, had besides rarely
clear head. scene would muss up her disposition
for days, and it would not necessarily produce the fifty
dollars.
well, say something! Don't stand there all dayl"
"I'm thinking.
I'D rather you'd swear!'
Suddenly Judith to life Don't you worry
FRAGILE He'll pay-oh, my dear. but he'll be glad to
pay!" She to her machine, and tossing aside the
feature story began Sometime earlier Jones
had started a syndicate service for Western Coast
papers, and Judith regularly helped him with it. She
got out story, telling the real truth about the
poem and its final publication 1t amusing
count of the fight between the old ladies for leader
ship, and the length had gone to establish her
premacy as poetess. When the story suited her she
carried it to the foreman of the printing Office.
3Prn this with the regular syndicate heading show
ing that it's to be released next Sunday. It's my
private affair."" she added; so send me the bill
A dozen copies will be ampe-and please oh please,
rush it,"
1t was not busy time. and Judith was popular.
Early that afternoon the dozen galeys were delivered
to her Then she wrote Henderson as follows:
DEAR Mr.. Observation-Disclosures for the You
quite right will get enough out of the to
for my trouble you by the inclosed Syndicate
stuff pays awfuly we'll Thank for the story. which
goes out tonight to a dozen leading coast papers
Yours very truly.
She called to Miss Flail who gloomily pilng
ate adectves brides gown, and pulled out her
fountain pen. @Sgn, please
3But Judith, gasped the society reporter, that
a sort of-blackmail?"
Again the tornentng thought winged its way through
Judiths mind What is right3 What is wrong?-
but she held sternly to her you're not honor
bound to keep it dark are your You didn't promise,
did YOU'D"
Poor Miss Fail trembIngly signed, and Judith rang
for a messenger bow.
A hour later the door pushed open. and young
man with weak chin and dropping corners to his
unpleasant mouth stepped in and looked frantcally
about. Miss Flai seeing him, Shrank back if she
feared blow. Judith quickly to join her. Poor
Miss Fla could sputter and splutter but she wasn't
the woman to put through thing demanding steadi
ness of purpose
"About that story the young man clustered out
threateningly Il supposed you'd know l only
joking and that of course I'd pay what I'd promised;
but the money II never come if this gets out My God.
Woman! it d ruin me for all tme!
4Its good story said Judith udiciously, her chin
well up. Miss Fail evidently ready to give in;
she came at to her rescue at will net something
fifty dollars, Think manage the syndicate
service Of your check for that amount would
undoubtedly Miss Flail quite as well
He wavered but moment while Judith held him with
her steady cool gaze He pulled out his checkbook and
wrote the check; Judith returned to her desk for the
galleys which she handed him.
@The type has been distributed she explained.
4These are the only copies"
He snatched them from her hand and crammed them
down into his pocket then turned and stamped out.
Judith back to her machine to close it for the day
well, Judith, you have got nerve!' exclaimed Miss
Fail still all of heap from the the check fut
tering between her thin fingers. Il want to tell you.
Honey. I'm everlastngly grateful and if ever on top of
dirt I can do mortal thing for you
miss Wells it Henson, who had just left the
editor, 3Mr. Jones wants to you before you go
home"