Evening capital news. (Boise, Idaho) 1901-1927, 1916-12-31


young, not overly well-clothed. and did
not meet her gaze after the first quick
look Of inspection.
AS he talked, he kept his hand in his
right hip pocket, and before he had
spoken three sentences the girl sensed
something was wrong. She glanced
back through the half opened door. The
women writer's were hard at work. Not
one of them caught her look of appre-
hension.
The man, however. noticed It.
Quickly he withdrew his hand with
the revolver within 1t.
II have felt it my duty to kill you"
he said. you are not on the side OF
the poor--we have too many rich al
ready"
The girl was made Of good stuff.
Though her blood ran cold, her eyes
met the insane youths steadily. she
had all her life been on the side Of the
under dog, and the injustices of the
attack angered her. The anger made
her fearless and cool.
GIRL USED HER BRAIN.
THAT is not true" she answered.
put down your gun. You must not
kill me until I have proved how mis-
taken you are to your satisfaction"
The man hesitated, then put his re-
volver back in his pocket, keeping his
hand upon the handle.
The young woman pleaded her case
with decision and force. She told him
how she leaned to the side of the man
who was down and out, how she had
tried to help him with her pen.
Slowly the glare Of light died from
the youths blue eyes. Yet he was not
convinced.
my head aches" he said slowly. Il
will go home and look over your articles
and if | find you are not telling me the
truth + will come back tomorrow and
kill you.'
| The city editor passed within a rev
feet of them as they stood there in the
hallway. He looked curiously at the
girl for something in her face seemed
to strike him as unusual, but with the
eyes of the man upon her the girl MADE
no sign, and accompanied the man ana
| his weapon to the elevator with the
| same cool manner that she exhibited
over the trivial events of the routine
| day.
| FELL IN A FAINT.
| She saw the elevator door swing
shut behind the mailman, smiled
pleasant goodbye at him, walked back
into her own room and-fell on the
| floor in Il faint.
| A few minutes later two policemen
appeared in search of the young man
who had escaped from private insti-
tuition where he had been confined for
many months.
| The same danger might luri, over
man reporter or any writer whose spe-
cials were liable to attract the crank
class.
AS / said, when young women begin
work on a paper they are usually put
on general"
| General" means any assignment the
city editor hands out.
One girl reporter in this town was
thrown into the greatest danger by an
4 imprudent city editor who sent her
down in a part of the city Where
Cinnamon congregate, to learn il Chi
nese school was about to be established
| in this city.
A CHINESE EPISODE.
The girl, enthusiastic and longing to
make a hit went alone to the ques-
tionable locality, but lost her way, and
met a woman relative OF Billy Van, the
minstrel who saw at once the young
woman was plain green, and Kept
watchful eye upon her meanderings.
The girl entered a Chinese joint
where they told her she would find
II Chinatown's big man. One China
man ironing a shirt was the only one
visible when she came in, but from no
where in particular. seven or eight men
of the queue suddenly appeared in the
small room. The outside door mich
she had left open closed noiselessly be-
hind her and before the young woman
realized her position, she was surs
rounded by subtly smiling Cinnamon,
whose leering gaze sent cold chills
chasing up and down her spine.
AS the Cinnamon in a circle drew
nearer, the girl stood as if petrif1ed and
unable to scream. At this juncture a
curtained window was pushed wide
open and the head of the woman who
had made acquaintance with the ter
rified girl appeared at the opening.
John" called the woman sharply,
open door belly quick--you sabe!"
And a wiser young woman went back
to waiting city editor without her
scoop, but with a lesson on the Yell
low Peril which she will never forget.
The road to special writing, which
take II is MISS AmSdenS goal, lies
through the daily assignments given
out from the city desk. A considerate
city editor will send women to safe
places, but the true stories above re-
lated demonstrate the fact that city
editors are very frequently machines
for news getting. They have the nose
for news and let nothing stand In the
way of getting 1t.
On the other hand. girl reporters soon
become acclimated to the newspaper
game, and with their eyes and ears
open, grow watchful and seasoned"
as it were.
coMMoNsENsE NEEDED.
II you will try out the great game,
Miss Amsden, apply to 1t the same
commonsense method of procedure You
would use in the test of any other