Gilpin observer., 1915-03-18
EARRYS INTERVIEW
BY ADELA GRACE CROWN.

1t is not often that a young fellow,
| after serving an apprenticeship of two
years on newspaper, is in position
to marry. So Harry Rogers accounted
himself a particularly fortunate young
man.
Laura, to whom he had said good-by
in the little home town when>he start
ed for the metropolis to make his for
tune, had remained true to him. He
had been home three times on vaca-
ton, and each time their love had
seemed more real to both.
Laura was to become his wife with
in month! She was to go to New
| York to stay with her aunt, whom
Harry had never met, and they were
to be married there. In week he
would see Laura again.
| Symonds, the city editor, called
Harry over to his desk
We're going to publish series of.
! funny interviews, and | want you to
handle the first" he said Its with
the world-renowned authoress, Eliza
beth Grow Cavendish. She wrote A
Girls Safety The Happy Marriage.
etc. Shopgirls slush, you know. and
takes herself very seriously as an up
! lifting power among those who read
her twaddle Think you can do mock
serious interview to raise a laugh?"
Il think So" said Harry.
At eight o'clock that evening he was
being shown into Miss Cavendish's
house. The elderly lady who awaited
him at the table apologized for not
rising. and the crutch beside her chair
explained her reason. Harry was con-
scious of an impression distinctly
| pleasing. He felt a little regretful
| about his mission. Still, a newspaper
man is bound in strictest loyalty to
| his newspaper.
1t was evident that Miss Cayendish
took herseR very seriously indeed and,
becoming, confidential, in her simple
way she showed him, under a pledge
If confidence, the manuscript of her
forthcoming work. "Cynthias Happy
! Choice"
! 1t was only after he reached the
| street that Harry realized he must
| turn this hospitable kindness into
| mockery. However, he knew the duty
of newspaper man; and perhaps be-
| ,ause of his humiliation ne wrote the
funniest of all the interviews that ap-
peared.
Harry received no letter from Laura
,or several days. i had been planned
hat he was to meet ner at the station
| and take her to her aunt's. He was
beginning to grow uneasy when ne re-
ceived letter with the New York
| postmark
Dearest Harry" she wrote, II have
| arrived IN New York, and / thought
would give you little surprise byslet-
ting you remain in ignorance until l
had actually come. You see. my dear.
the train came in so late at night,
and. with your exacting duties,
couldn't let you come and take me so
far and miss your sleep. l was quite
we'll cared for by the agent for the
| Travellers society.
And now have a little surprise for
you. My aunt is no less person than
Miss Cavendish, the famous authoress.
What do you think of that?"
| Harry read the letter and sat still
| as though stunned. Then he per-
ceived that another missive, with a ro-
mantle pink scented envelope, lay be-
side his papers. He opened it. 1t was
from Miss Cavendish.
Il cannot begin to tell you," it ran
''how much l liked your delightful in
terview. But, Mr.. Rogers, l am afraid
you have overestimated my influence
among working girls. Come and see
me and let us have a nice unprofes-
sional chat"
With determinations that did not
falter he made his way to>Aliss Caven-
dishs house that evening. What
agonies of spirit he endured during the
day only he knows.
He was shown into the same room
as before. The room was empty. And
while he stood there. desperately gath.
ering together the few strands of cour.
age that remained to him. the door
| opened and Miss Cavendish hobbled in
with her crutch
She came up to him and held out
both hands.
| Now know who Harry Rogers is"
she said, "he is doubly welcome" And
the little old lady kissed him on the
cheek
Miss Cavendish." he began, that
interview must tell you'll must ex.
plain"
MY dear boy. it was simply splen-
did" the old lady answered. 1T made
me feel prouder of my work than
ought to feel. Not word more, be-
cause am too old to blush. Harry"
And the young man realized that the
spiteful, envenomed shaft had passed
her by. She was utterly unconscious
Of the hidden satire, of the malignant
sneers. She was too high to be struck
down by the poisoned arrow.
And while Harry stood in perplexity
before her. an awful relief in his heart,