The Rock Island Argus and daily union. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1920-1923, 1921-10-14
THE SOCIETY REPORTER.
By Mary Birmingham.
Copyright, 1921, by Wheeler Syndi

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THE brides gown was of ivory
satin with Chantilly lace and pearl
trimmings. A shower bouquet of
roses and lilies of the valley COM
posed the bridal costume"
The society reporter tapped out
her story with nimble, eager fingers
while she smiled dreamiiy as she
recalled the happy event of which
she was writing.
Miss frances" beloved the
stentorian voice of the city editor
in the direction of the young re-
porter who. woman-iike, was lost
in the reverie of the beautiful
gowns of the wedding party.
1.-THE charming maid of honor in
her gown of pink and silver" typed
on the facila story-teller of society
events.
81 say, Miss frances"
The louder tone awoke the young
reporter with a jerk to her sur
roundings.
Yes, sir" she replied in the
quick response of the newspaper
worker.
Call up this Girls club and find
out just what kind OF social their
novelty party is going to be. Find
out just what the nature of the cor
rection is that Mrs. Ffsk-Butler
wants made in the date of the char
ity ball. o, yes, here. Run out and
cover the wedding. It's the most
noted one Of the season. Here's the
picture of the bride, Constance
Compton. Al Babson, the college
athlete, is the groom. Take the
next train, and have the story for
the early edition"
''Al Babson is the groom" At
the words the whole world seemed
to swing into wild emotion, and
then to settle down into a dreary,
heavy solidity that terrified her. Al
Babson was to be married! He who
had held her in his arms and pledg-
ed remembrance unto DEATH Like
a flash she saw the station crowded
with khaki-clad figures, heard low
good Dyes being whispered by those
heroes departing for the war. and
felt once more the reverent kiss OF
her departing lover upon her trem-
bling lips.
With a heartrending despair she
looked long at the picture of the
beautiful girl which had been
thrust into her hand. She was
young, this seasons debutante,
wealthy beyond hops of telling and
beautiful as an artists vision.
mo wonder he has forgotten"
murmured the dropping girl as she
dragged her weary feet to her
much-scarred desk How distaste-
full her work seemed suddenly The
eternal writing up of gay parties,
weddings, and all that meant youth,
laughter and life for the world that
was passing her by and leaving
nothing but this. The glamor and
fascination of the newspaper game
which she had loved was forgot
ten for the moment There remain
ed nothing but the cries of the COPY
boys, the hustle of the large city
paper getting ready for the press.
the sight. of the heavy desk and the
battered chair chained to it and
the sticky. ever-ready paste pot.
''She is so beautiful" sighed the
tired reporter as she dropped into
the cushioned seat OF the train Duff
ing its way to the cool suburban
home of the bride. And must
make her appear even more beauti-
full in the eyes of the world by the
wand of my pen. carefully produce
all the magnificent clothes OF AIS
bride. who will stand so beautiful
by his side
With despairing sob. the brown
head dropped 10 the toiI-worn
lands. while the tired. lonely heart