Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1914-01-11

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MSSv9SM she ought to be up down, and unable
kE@9mSIA to control either flight descent. Since
&HHSA the night of her editors general denun-
citation of her zeal as newspaper woman,
there had been difference. Yes anyone would know
very stupid person would know-that there had been
difference In the first place. he cranky nearly
all the time and sometimes when she looked up from
her machine she found him glazing modify at her. then
he would turn hastily away and back to his sanctum,
and fill it afresh with tobacco smoke, till she could
hardly bear the air when she turned in her story-she
loved it SOL She sat idle before her typewriter,
wondering what the brand was and if all her life that
particular brand would thrill her, and if
"Y'awully busy?' 1t was Miss Flail, the thin-edged
society reporter She had turned sharply from her
chine and snatched Judith out Of her Juneing.
Not bit busy Judith answered generously.
you've got pull with Jones than anybody else,
Miss Fail went on jerking her head toward the editors
door and lowering her voice. Il wonder if you'd be
willing to work him for me?"
Judith quaked in her soul. She could not translate
her power with her editor into pull ability work
him.. But she had always felt of amusedly sorry
for Miss Fla who nursed apparently hopeless
tmen for stubby bald Henson the senior reporter and
she would like to help her out, if possible
Il suppose, snapped Miss F1ai as Judith said moth
ing, "1n live and die doing society the Mist and
get cent fifteen dollars week get
ting fifteen when you started, and I'll bet you've dou
bled that in this year. Some folks have
than others
Judith let the point pass.
3If I'm to have any sort of real vacation this
mer she snapped on, @Ive got to it extra. Well,
I've got chance to make fifty dollars slick
whistle if you'll work it for You don't have to do
single thing but talk Jones over and guess you do
that if anyone can
pleased yes, Judith was human but to what
was she to talk him over?
4You see' went on the thin, oldish young woman,
drawing her chair Judiths desk, @I've mother
to support and kid sister I'm putting through High
she teach. I'm trying to pull the tremolo
stops I'm just telling YOU Fifteen barely breaks
on deal of that kind. And last didn't have
any vacation at all: simply couldn't squeeze it in,
doing society at beach resorts. You might have
worked it,-you've got nerve,-but | couldn't.
Well this year I've just got to get into the mountains
and breathe deep for awhile, or the doctor says
@Oh, my dear Miss Flail!7
@Its light now" Miss Flail choked on holding
her head rgidy high to prove her mperviousness to
sympathy, @and-'
-Of course Mr.. Jones will manage it!' Judith ex-
claimed impulsively @Hes really kind hearted he
only seems gruff and severe at times
"None of that" snapped the society reporter. @Hes
not to know-no ones to know. Think want to be
branded T. B? All want is chance get away for
month and really rest where there's the smell of
society bud"
JUDITH watching the thin, anemic face felt her own
, contract in sympathy. Why were these women who
put up in unattractive shells with sharp
all their dispositions nearly always selfsaccnga
She stabbed by the memory that just for fun she
had allowed Henson to be nice to her occasions
merely because teased the waspsh society reporter
LET me give you the money" she proposed,
contrite. She thinking of the generous she had
laid away to celebrate Helen Sloanes birthday that
anniversary the two girls had all their lives celebrated
together Judith had compunctions about Helen too.
Judith in bad way with her conscience all round
The very fact that the young widow still in mourning
shut off by society from the open attentions of
Jones should have made Judith if she really wanted to