The Washington times., 1920-10-24

consuming Welsh rabbits before
diSpersing TO their homes and TO
their beds. To be exact, II was
nearer morning than evening. IL
xas 2 o'clock. They,were all young
-Ssyrcers on meager salaries, and
alr not only hoped but expected TO
do great things and TO be hugely
successful. Not one or them ex-
pected to remain a reporter al
ways. Owing to the tension and
the excitement OF their cainng tney
felt il to be a necessity to fore
gather, even at that hour, In the
gayest place they could find. regard
less OF the expense. seeming as 1t
were to draw on their future for
the bills.
""The bully thing about this news
paper game" said Douglas Nash,
slipping at his amber-colored beer,
"is that It is a training for any
thing. No matter what you're going
to do, newspaper work is the A B c
OF It,"
"Yes, II had a kid" remarked
Sam Hughes, a heavy-set young
man with an early-indulged nous
tache, "Pd certainly see to 1t,
whether he went to college or not,
that he got a year or two OF news
paper work before he started IN on
his business or profession"
aren't any OF you going to be
newspaper men for keeps?" de-
manded Anthony West, his cigar
ette poised in mid-air before his
lips.
II know I'm not" said Frank
Mason, a youth whom Anthony had
known but slightly in college, but
whom he knew better now. 81 am
going into magazine work first
chance get and try writing plays"
"And I'm fussing with law little
bit right now" Douglas Nash put
in mildly.
81 see you are" murmured
Hughes under his moustache. inter-
cepting a glance Of Nash's toward
pretty young thing in pink who
was drinking creme de menthe in
the company OF an elderly man.
"He's doing a little sociology
now" put in Frank Mason. "Very
good thing for a lawyer"
"The law and the prophetesses,'
remarked Anthony.
Ease off on that" retorted Nash,
aiming finger at Anthony. You're
not the one to throw stones. Your
glass house may be in Central Park
on dark nights. But there are elec-
trio lights there. And these orbs
Of mine have lamped you there so
recently as last. highland not
alone"
Anthony still had his habit OF
flushing.
What were you doing there?" he
parried.
"Never mind what I was doing.
Yol can't deny it."
Il can," said Anthony, "but
won't. Not being budding lawyer
! "Who is she, West?" blandly IN
quired Mason.
"She's a dream--of Nash's," was
all he replied.
That's the trouble with this
life" Hughes took up the thread
serenely. This night-hawk life
when every respectable persons in
bed, living in an atmosphere OF
policemen and" with wave OF the
hand, this; it gets you sooner or
later-it gets YOU"
"Well, what are you going to DO,
SAM" demanded Nash.
"Oh, I'm going into Wall Street
The young men roared with
laughter. n.
might as we'll Join a monastery"
declared Frank Mason.
"Or a nunnery," added Nash.
"But you haven't told us what
you're going to do, West" he went
on. "You going to stick to this
game?"
"Yes," smiled Anthony. I'm 60
ing to be a country editor"
Without knowing exactly why
the young men laughed as loudly
as before. Somehow the thought
OF Anthony West as a country edl-
tor seemed grossly incongruous to
them. Through every pore he ex-
hailed the vivacity and the tone OF
the great city.
"'The pickle crop has not turned
out as expected this year." Doug
las Nash began, quoting items Of an
imaginary country paper.
"'Joe Brown is building a new
silo in place Of the one burned
down last month. He was insured.
Long may he wave,'" caught up
Mason.
"'Miss Mary Ann Brown had
shower given her by a number of
surprising friends. A good time
was had by all" concluded Hughes
Say, West" continued Douglas
Nash, you'd better come up to our
fat and let my mother talk to you.
She don't believe in this country
business. There are hicks enough