Vernon Parish Democrat. (Leesville, La.) 1917-193?, 1920-01-17

Mily. Chop House Waihess Not Only Extended Eneouv.
agemens 10 Blue Cubs Endeavonng to Break Into
Newspaper Game, but Provided Material
for Good Story
teopyrisht ~ Newspaper Service New York;

pie.
New kid," he muttered. Names
Spade Just out OF college an up
against the harsh. crool world. One
Of those pink-souled boys that shrink
in q storm, I'll bet Just heard old
Macklin giving him hell as l came
out"
Milly slipped = napkin into a tum-
bier.
''Nice-looking boy, amt he7" she
murmured 'approvingly.
"Pink-souIed," sneered Clark. TOO
pretty for a city room. They ought
to pin q nastauranium In his button.
hole and send him to do musical
criticism"
Milly took the omelette Spade had
ordered from the slide. and set It down
before him. In his eyes she read I'M
happy disillusionment, as she had read
It in 90 many eyes before. Far more
than the ordinary pity. however,
Burged into her fat breast,
ION q newspaper" she inquired.
He murmured something.
"A lot Of boys who come in here
are" she told him. tits time now for
the bunch from college. Pretty hard
work ct 6rst. they say. Kind of-dis-
couraging. After q while they make
good, and then they cheer up. They
tell me then It's great game. They
tell me that when they come to say
gOod-by."
The boy made no response.
i've seen EN- come an I've seen
'em 60" Milly went on. They've all
been through what you got to tackle.
There's Mr. ROse-WashingtOn CORE
spondent noW-1 hear about him from
the boys. Makes big money, guess.
Seems 1t was only last night he was
siSin' here telling me he was through
wis the work forever. Then he did
that story on the Collin wreck and
haven't seen-he hasn't been here
since"
Milly paused, and refiectively
mopped the counter with q very sOlled
rag. Rose had meant to her something
more than the others had meant. His
apprenticeship had been longer and
harder-his success the more brilliant
when It finally came. She thought
often now Of the nights he had sat
there before her and she had urged
him to stick It out. She wondered II
Rose thought Of them-Rt all.
"YOur day will come" said Milly
suddenly. You'll make good like the
rest"
81 don't know" Spade replied with
out interest.
Milly saw that she had not yet won
her place. She remembered that it
had been Macklin who had given the
new man hell"
ut amt so long ago." she said con-
hdentially, that Mr. Macklin. your city
editor. was sitting here looking sick
of life. He came in an told me he was
going to take up bricklaying and let
the newspaper profession get along
without him Say. he was blue"
Spade had looked from his omelette
and smile frightened his face. I'm
glad to hear It," he said. Tell me
about some of the others" And be-
fore Milly set his dessert before him.
she knew she was fully installed In
her old role Of comforter and friend.
Many times. during the two months
that followed, was Milly permitted to
play her ancient part for this boys
benefit, Randolph Spade had been the
pet of a nicely fastidious English de-
partment at Harvard. He had edited
the monthly magazine and written
poems that compared favorably with
those of a certain Swinburne. His
critique on Edward Thompson, who
ever Mr. Thompson may have been,
had been pleasantly noticed by a cele.
brated New York editor. At one time
1t had been whispered about that he
was writing a blank-verse drama for
Maude Adams to star in.
In consequence Of these dignified
activities, Mr.. Spade had lofty ideas
of journalism that conformed but poor
~ to those of his city editor. Being
wise despite his crocheted necktie and
elaborate stickpin. he kept them t.
himself and thus managed to hold his
Job. But they CALLED on his soul rainy
nights when he had to travel ten miles
into the suburbs to talk with a gentle
man whose daughter had eloped with
the coachman. and he wondered dimly
as to the why and wherefore of 1t all
in terms dear to the philosophy depart.
ment at Cambridge.
Nightly. when the paper had gone to
press. he would confide to Milly his
doubts and fears. and over the steak
and pie she would give him from heI
great store Of comforting examples
your turn1l come" she would tell
him. as she had told so many others
You just need the big chance TO bring
you out. I've seen It happen again and
again Your time1l come. an then
it'll be good-by to Peters
But, Milly." he said many times
Il can't write any more | did the bes
class poem the college had known II
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