Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1919-01-31
49, s.<.e-9se.s.~
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'kILLING THE LOVE .rUFFI'
BY OLIVE ROBERTS BARTON.

shrilling Of The telephones. A tictiol
editor under such circumstances /
likely to get stalled on romance.
Love, love, love, it's always love,
she declared with disgust. 81 get $,
sick Of this everlasting stuff I thinl
III scream If someone isn't murdere,
soon or the hero doesn't die before his
time. But / have TO throw them out Il
they're not dripping with love foi
that's what the public demands.
No one heard these sentiments for
the roaring and shrlling went on I'M
ceasingy. drowning almost every other
sound. Even Brilles, the hard-hearted
managing editor on the other side of
the big room was adding to the pande-
monium by forcibly calling down n cub
for missing big thing he was sent to
cover the night before.
II think" she unused rs she put on
her hat and jacket and hooked up her
furs, that | can't accept any more
stories from Treador Vane. The slush
Is getting so thick l can't wade
through. Sometime I'll put 1t up to
Brilles. He's about as romantic and
unbendable as plate-glass window,
but not" she glanced over at him quiz.
zicalfy, $50 transparent. A regular
sphinx, l should say"
She reached the street q narrow
canyon between the high cliffs Of build
ings. She was greatly surprised
that the cold; drizzling rain that was
falling at noon had stopped and that
the thermometer had not only fallen
% degrees, but that wind, biting and
strong, was tearing down the street
and freezing everything as it went |
Pedestrians We're cropping their way
along keeping close to the wall for
safety, but It was hazardous business. /
Sylvia watched a moment from the |
haven Of the vestibule. She had three
squares to go for her car Then she
had happy thought. Up in the locker
room she had a pair of skates.
When she went through the big
room Brilles WAS still at his desk
Brilles, the fintlike, the heartless, the
nuch-to-befeared.
urned in his swivel chair and regard
ID her silently, running his eyes over
Ter slim, girliSh figure in its brown
ersey suit, soft furs and little hat
lnder which her face glowed like
ose.
"What is it?" he asked quite gently.
II want to ask you If you don't think
'e're running too much sentiment In !,
he story column. I've been keeping /,
with love In 1t, and return 9
lg hundred of ripping good stories /,
lst because the hero forgot to kiss his r
irl or the parson refused to marry the q
Id maid. thought I'd ask your opin- 9
IN. How would it do to run in an
OCCASIONAL good one on another theme7 s
IL this love stuff is just dream" d
as It'll" s
"Yes-you know it as well as do. g
ut the public is queer. They're ii
'azy about one Treador Vane. per- b.
'nally wouldn't give his truck room Il
the ash barrel" e.
Brilles tapped his desk minute in
'Look here, Miss Hun p'
r, you're here to run that column,
do as you please about it. I've read 81
at Vane stuff myself and I'm sure I Ii
rec with you. You're right about ia
c love business, too. Even the girls CT
wadays don't know what 1t means. CO
lsiness or something has taken all CT
G romance out of them. You're q te
Cd example yourself" IN
Sylvia started and remembered her vi
n summing up of the managing edi-
:. Certainly the verdict was mutual.
IT'S bad night and Pm getting my wi
ntes," she said as she left. I'm go III
/ to skate to the car on the pave In
mt" 20
3ut as she gliued over the slippery CO.
Get she decided not to take the car. sb
Crosslng street, Sylvia colhded
h a man. They went down togeth- pP'
In heap. cA'
Miss Hunterw cried he sprlnging ia
Mr.. Brilles," exclaimed Sylvia. n.
Are you hurtr "i'
: bit" !"
INT Wnen sylvia got 10 ner feet -
h his help she turned pale. Il be- ~.
e I've twisted my foot" she said.
Oh, that's too bad I'm you bear ~.
r weight on it at al. -
Yes, II I don't move it" n,;.
Then III tow you home. How far Ian
to- ~
About four squares" fro,
hen they reached her door she in con,
"a that he come IN. "You haven't
dinner have your" she asked.
No." he admitted. y
Then you must share ours she In. a'o'
"a. -
, Brilles, the finted-hearted nus
ed and spent. the evening. The w
morning the pretty editor laid
. from note book on his desk in ~.
office. 81 found this ON the fioor" n,
smiled teasiYly. s,ct
r. Brilles TOOK II aud turned v.lu
" red. II was a page Of notes irxe,
Treador yane's name at the top. own,
N guilty OF those awful storiesr F,
onfessed. r'ror