New Britain herald. [microfilm reel] (New Britain, Conn.) 1890-1976, 1929-01-22
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presumptuous or absurd ?"
The man chuckled.

presumptuous or absurd?"
The man chuckled.
THAT is the price of greatness. "
he said. III l had a few million.
MIR. Hart. wouldn't care what you
asked me. No-nor what you said
about me, either. I'd thumb my
nose at the cockeyed world. And
I'd tell the tabloids to 60 to the
devil!"
Hart smiled grimly. Il was
about to say something of the sort"
he declared.
The other took his hat.
Il was wondering when you'd
suggest it," he declared good hu-
moredly. well. goodnight. Mr..
Hart. And you certainly know
how to pick 'em. Miss Ashe can
have my vote any old time. And
that, 1 might say, is the consensus
of opinion among the gentlemen o:
the press"
And how in blazes," demanded
Hollis irritably. do you know what
Miss Ashe looks like?"
The reporter beamed affably.
We've some very good photo
graphs OF her." he explained. THE
studio, where she sat last summer
furnished several cuts. in exchange
for what we call credit line It's
customary. you know. We print In
the corner Photograph by So-and-
So and they count it good adver-
Using. There are several profiles
and a beautiful full face.
''As matter OF fact, one Of the
artists was painting on a veil and
wedding gown, when left the Of
flee. You'll see 1t in the first edi-
ton, Mr.. Hart. Four column front
page layout"
Hollis choked angrily.
1T may be all in the days
work." he Eputtered. but it's hell
of a way to earn living"
His caller bowed.
IF had inherited a few millions,
I should not" he murmured polite
ly. ''be engaged in such nefarions
occupation. Our motto. Mr.. Hart.
is Give the people what they want
Presidents get elected on that plat
form. So ! guess it's good enough
for the News
He withdrew. And, slipping out
a back way. took taxi to the
office. -........
Nothing" he unused. ito set the
world Attire. but a pretty good story
at that" And. in his minds eye,
he saw a banner line in the first
edition.
MILLIONAIRE HART THREAT
EMS ATTORNEY CORUM.
Meantime, Fannie Drown had
hurried to Maizic's flat. Now. Fan
ME was rated the most ingenious
sob sister in Boston. She offered
the taxi driver double fare, and told
him to step on it.
I'm bet" she moaned, they've
teaten me to 1t - Belle Bailey and
Vina Adams. l never should have
played anything but the girl end!"
Fannie was right. Maize. who
couldn't bear TO refuse anybody
anything. had been persuaded to
admit a chosen few, selected as
Spokesman for the group. When
Fannie found that out. she bribed
the janitor, and waited in the hall.
while he delivered a note.
Maize read it. and admitted Fan
ME. Belle and Vina and Johnny
Mahoney smiled when they saw her.
They knew Fannie's favorite ruse.
For 10 years she had been getting
away with it.
The note she had written read
like this: Dear Miss Ashe: Please
let me see you for only minute.
l am a new reporter. and this is my
first important assignment. 1t
means my job to me. I will be
fired, if you refuse. PLEASE"
1t was Fannie who wanted a
message for stenographers. And
Belle who asked about the night
gowns. Vina was thirsting for the
story of the romance From
the very beginning, please. Miss
Ashe."
Johnny looked foolish. and asked
her If she liked children. 1t was
then that Vina asked II she believed
in companionate marriage. And
should woman have a career?
They persuaded Ashtoreth to
pose. with Maizie. for a flashlight.
With N1aizie sitting in the big di-
van, and Ashtoreth on the arm.
looking tenderly into each others
eyes. Then they wanted pictures
crossed And someone asked if she
Rad picture of Hollis that she
could be looking at very soulfully,
for time exposure. 1t was getting
light by that time.
At six o'clock Maize made cof-
fee, and cut an apple pie.
Vina scrubbed on the corner of
an envelope, Just folksey," and
wondered how soon money would
spoil the two OF them. Ashtorcth.
they decided, was probably in love.
And darn clever, if she wasn't.
At last it vas over Half past
seven.
Lie down for a little while,
honey" besought Maize. you'll
want to be looking your best. dar-
ling-and the circles you got under
your eyes-oh. mech N.Y.
But, NUNS, how can i. There's
too much to do
Maize was so near to tears that
she must pretend 10 be very busy.
Opening Ashtoreth's bags. Shak-
ing out frocks. Folding and IN
folding. And packing again.
I'm going to draw a nice warm
bath for you. Baby Lamb, and
you're to take little nap. Mr..
Hart told me you'd go straight to
New York. and you can get what