New Britain herald., 1926-01-26

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 For heavens sake, Barbara, brace up. That's maudlln rot you're talking. Get your things and come on over to the office. You won't be allowed to feel like q dead one over there. Youll be the lion of tho hour. { Shouldn't wonder If Mac would de- mand an interview on how 1t feels 10 bo q New York success, and all 1 that"
 Barbara laughed somewhat shril- 1 ly. But she went 10 get her hat.
 Byers talked animatedly as they | left the hotel and walked toward the i Telegraph building. Barbara noticed that his skin was more parched than ever and his eyes brighter.
 By jove, Babs, VIC all envy you that New York job. You seem to be tapping the cream of existence right uow-good job. the bright lights Of Broadway. Greenwich Village apart ment, independence! There's not q man on the Telegraph staff whG isn't consumed with envy-not to mention Miss Badger, who turns green every time your name is re- peated.'
 Barbara laughed again. And what would you say, If l should tell you that New York was no better than New Britain--that I'd as soon work on the Telegraph as on the Footlights Magazine"
 Bycrs considered. "I'd say that you were suffering from a surfelt oi the good things of this world and ldidn't appreciate your blessings"
 The Telegraph was in the nids' lof It's morning rush when they en ,tered. Barbara looked eagerly abou her as they stepped out of the ele vator into the editorial room. Sh' sniffed the tobacco-laden air. anC her eyes shone.
 Jimmy was the first to catch sigh of her. He was running to the com posing room with his hands full 0 copy when his eyes fell upon her "Hi, there, Miss Hawley,' he shout ed making q dive toward her.
 The new city editor, a young ma1 with a thin nose and stern eyes be hind spectacles. raised his voice Flames, hurry that copy 10 the com posing room."
 Bycrs whispered in Barbara's ear That's Holcomb. Wells successor college journalist, by Cod
 Jimmy made a dash for the com posing room and returned througl lthe swinging doors like q steam en zine. By this time the staff hat gathered around Barbara, shakinl her hand. asking questions, an' looking admiringly at her clothes Only Miss Badger remained at he desk, with her back to the group.
 Under the influence of their ad miration and envy Barbara talke' gaily. The color came back to he cheeks. She glanced toward Mis- Badger and laughed.
 Come, admit" whispered Byer@ that the Badgers cut is pleasin you more than the others adula tion." Barbara frowned at him.
 During the leyce telephones ran unanswered and the austere cit editor looked through his horl glasses and called one after anothe of his staff without getting a re sponse.
 At length he rose and walke' across the room. TouchinL Byers ol the arm, he said audibly, Will vol please inform me as to the identit of our visitor? Is she a Russian picture star. or yet an Atlantic Cit, beauty, that the entire machiner. of the Telegraph should stop at he entrance?"
 Byers laughed impudently. "Gues again. Holcomb. This is Miss Bar bara Hawley. former member of thi same humble newspaper staff, bu now one of the props of metropoli tan journalism, in short a staff writ CT for the Footlights Magazine. Bow Barbara, bow"
 Barbara was taken aback. Tn city editor glanced at her with in creased disapproval and made re luctant acknowledgment of the In troduCtion.
 Why, Barbara Hawley," said familiar voice very close behind her and turning. Barbara found Sinbac Sullivan coming through the gat from the elevator. He wake, straight up to her and wrung he hand, smiling into her eyes. Gee, kid, I'm glad to see you Suppose you'll high hat the ol, crowd now, though. I would, if were in your place. Lord, what skyrocket career you've had" Barbara listened restlessly. Bu , she did not attempt to contradic , him.
 Look here, Babs, you finally for gave me for that Lighthouse affair didn't you? felt pretty rotten owe : that for weeks. Funny thing, toe , Not long after you went away, | ran into a chap called Reynolds, an he gave me a dirty look and said l Oh. yes, you're the cur that too , Miss Hawley 10 the Lighthouse din ner and then got drunk and left he , to get home as best she could aren't your
 Honest 10 God, Babs, I'd neve have taken that from any man. Blu if was funny. had that whole mes :, on my conscience so I couldn't prop erly sock him. Just wilted an walked out of his office" 7 "Reynolds?" Barbara gasped, bu got no further. Byers was tuggin ', at her arm. Come on in and see tn , chief" he said. He doesn't kno' you're here yet"
 ? Barbara turned unwiliingly an : followed him. At the door of Nc Dermotts office, Byers turned bacl , Holcomb was calling him petulantl. Barbara opened the door and wen in alone.
 McDermott looked up from hi work and rose quickly. Why. Bal . bara p ha 1