Richmond times-dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1914-current, 1916-08-20
PROLOGUE

"R E =, r. J. YOU oush, TO sc, married
Cant Granny. dear-haven't time"
] replied with a feeling of wonder concern
always want TO marry off the younger gen
Grafton. too!
Haven't time" Grandtnother's voice MIN
IN the keen blue eyes which looked on
iife with such interest from her finely
peoples love affairs Are all very well. my
rirl-hut every woman needs one OF her
Even IL you have to be the confdante of
the whole United States think you owe II to
your old Granny to confdc few things To
hor. Isn't there some man down at the Jour
NO. dear there isn't. Down in newspaper
Offices there are a lot of good honest friend
ships, Editors and ONCE boys as well have
kindly attitude toward any woman who is
trying to earn living aud live up to an
about love ana love liking. SO, you dear old
I'll come home to you and tell you how the
managing editor took me out lunch and
asked for my heart and hand"
Perhaps no WILL" began Grandmother with
that eager thirst for romantic interest which
keeps her young and which makes hsr be-
butcher boy and our maid OF all work, as well
as by all clever writer folk who come TO
our house for Sunday tea.
Perhaps he won't. dearest: hes .ma.,,eG
YOU see
Then kissed Granny goodbye marched
over TO the subway and started my ride
to the land OF adventures my work brings
me INTO every day.
Dear unknown friends who to me
do YOU ever wonder what il means 10 he the
coniidante Of millions of human beings whose
faces never see?
u means this: the carrying out OF my dead
fathers wish-and the chance serve all OF
you.
My wonderful father-student Of humanity
as we'll as OF books-had always possessed
q heart full OF sympathy for other girls as
well as his motheress BARN. He had taught
me too long to understand my fellow mortals
and to strive not 10 fail them when they APP
pcaled TO me for help.
And 30 he left ME no richer legacy thar
letter that held his very spirit. This
Its concluding sentence:
and trust that when I am gone
you will find some means of helping girls
less fortunate than yourself Your loving
All during the long months OF loneliness
when first found myself orphaned and
cropping about for some way to endure the
sorrow that was almost too much for my
youthful heart TO bear. that letter-my
fathers dying wish, kept calling message
to me.
At last thought of way. ! had often
seen the editor OF the New York Evening
journal knew Of his work in the cause
ideals of human brotherhood. Alone 7 could
reach but few people. Through this splendid
sound OF my voice
Half braveiy and half timidly ventured
down to brooklyn Bridge. where tangled
webs of traffic wind" and then l sought the
great building which houses the Journal.
An office boy took my card and said rather
doubtfully that he didn't know whether the
Managing Editor would me. Good for
tune was with me, for as afterward learned.
] had come at a quiet interval between edi-
tions. and the Managing Editor did me.
He listened to my plan with alert intent
ness, and thought about it for a minute or
two while l felt that my thudding heart
must fairly be sounding its beats ALOUD. Then
he said in the tone of who makes de-
cisions and stands by them
Your idea may interest the chief editor. ]
will take you to him. Miss Fairfax"
Nothing more momentous has ever hap
pened to me than my meeting with the man
who is Americas greatest editor felt force
and power and infinite depth and reserve
ones. His very Office had atmosphere OF
culture-of nneness
When was presented to the man who
stands for all that is most progressive in
modern journalism. he asked courteously:
What can do for YOU Miss Fairfax"
That. found is almost formula with
man who feels an inner urge to serve hui
manity. Later he repeated ii, to Tad" when
that boyish friendly cartoonist Of Off, world fame
who had discovered" him.
told him my plan. found myself stripped
of all hypocrisy by tho searching keenness
of the blue eyes that studied mo so kindly.
yet critically. 1t was easy to tell him
Of my love for my father Of my practical
the Lovelorn."
wonder if any editor of second magnitude
would have listened to me-would have given
me hearing did the one editor OF first
magnitude In all America:
go my hearing. I got my chance. The
editor had faith in me. / believe have JUS
tilted that faith.
l managed to interest him soon as lie
found l really had desire to serve. And
SO the Advice to the Lovelorn. born of a
fathers idealism and girls desire to be
faithful to her heritage. and of an editor's
loyalty to the cause of humanity, began.
+. A ride the subway is an adventure.
Every phase Of life's human comedy and
tragedy are there. One may study all types
OF fellow beings and find material for the
most wonderful. the most beautiful, tho
saddest and most sordid Of stories one
swings on through the tunnels that ourrow
under Manhattan Island.
All tho way down to the Evening Journal
Office that morning I kept remembering what
Grandmother had said. Ought to marry?
Was 1t every womans duty to fulfil her
destiny by love and marriage?