New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1914-01-11

TO go anvthiug but Judith. having as much temper
any other young woman Of lively disposition with con-
siderable rcd IN her hair and eyes had besides rarely
clear head. Scene would muss up her disposition
for days, and would not necessarily produce the fifty
dollars.
well, say somcthingl Don't stand there all day!'
I'm thinking.
"I'd rather you'd swcarl"
Suddenly Judith came 20 life Don't YOU worry one
frazzlc Hell pay-oh, my dear, but he'll De glad to
pay, She went TO her machine and tossing aside the
feature story began new Sometime earlier Jones
had started q syndicate service for Western Coast
papers, and Judith regularly helped him with it. She
now got ont a story telling the real truth about the
poem and its final publication. II was amusing
count of the fight between the old ladies for leader
ship and the length one had gone establish her
prcmacy as poctcss. When the story suited her She
carried it to the foreman of the printing Office.
print this with the regular syndicate heading, show
Ing that its to be released next Sunday It's my
private Affair."" she added $50 send me the bill.
dozen copies will be amplc-and please, oh please,
rush it,"
1t was not busy time and Judith was popular.
Early that afternoon the dozen gallcys delivered
to her Then she wrote Henderson follows:
DEAR Mr. HENDERsoS-Thanls for the creams. You
quite right will get enough out Of the poem TO
for my trouble You by the incoscd. Syndicate
stuff pays awfuly we'll Thank YOU for the story. which
out tonight to a dozen leading coast papers
Yours very truly
She called to Miss Fla who was gloomly ping rose
ate adjcctives on a brides gown, and pulled out her
fountain pen "Sgn please
But Judith gaspcd the society reporter isn't that
a sort of-blackmail2"
Again the tormcntng thought winged its way through
Tudith's mind.-What is right? What is wrong
but she held sterny her ~Youre not honor
bound to keep it dark, you? You didn't promise
did your
Poor Miss Fail tremblingly signed and Judith rang
for a messenger boy.
A hour later the door pushed open, and young
man with a weak chin and dropping corners TO his
unpleasant mouth stepped in and looked iranticaly
about Miss Flal, seeing him. shrank back as if she
feared blow. Judith went quickly to join her Poor
Miss Flal could sputter and spluter but She wasn't
the woman To- put through thing demanding Stcadl-
ness OF purpose.
About that story the young man clustered out
thrcatcnnsy. 81 supposed you'd know was only
joking and that Of I'd pay what I'd promised;
but the money! never come this gets out. My God,
Woman it'd ruin me for all time.
Its good story" said Judith judclouSly, her chm
well up Miss Flal was evidently ready to give in; SO
she came at once to her rescue at will net something
over fifty dollars | think manage the syndicate
service. OF course your check for that amount would
undoubtedly serve Miss Flal quite as well
He wavercd but moment while Judith held him with
her steady cool gaze He pulled ont his chccbook and
wrote the check Judith returned to her desk for the
gallevs, which she handed him
The type has been distributed she explained
"Thcsc are the only copies
He snatched them from her hand and cranmed them
down into his pocket, then turned and stamped out.
Judith went back to her machine close it for the day.
well Judith YOU have got nerve! exclaimed Miss
FaI. still al Of a heap from the the check iiu-
terins between her thin fingers 81 want to tell you.
Honey I'm everlastingy grateful, and ii ever on top OF
dirt can DO a mortal thing for you-
Miss Wells" it Henson, who had just lett the
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