The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, February 1, 1903, Page 1

h secured Y ts for the Pacific of “A Girl Who Wrote,” ale, the great New York c d will publish this complete in three is- e section—Febru- lusive. that has ever be e It throbs with the actua characters stand d bregthing P contrast to the usu atter day authors s been so fa aperdom he knows wi ngs of n no these res of realism. His s motive in the strongest s and passions. page where the inter- s work charm that it cture of a timately by and The Sunday Call ovel complete. not dfford. to r the dates of its pub- ave your Sunday Calls— nd 15. d our other great e to follow. Immediate- pletion of “A Girl Sunday Call will sensational problem eopard’s Spots,” by then will appear 2 “The Gentleman Booth Tarking- * by Mrs. C. N. w 2 The Turnpike House,” by Fergus Hume, etc., etc. There other announcements to be made will be right in d literary policy y Call already outlined, ders get the best fic- without any. extra lendic ¥ g heir time had r g hour was eirs. Old stood on Greeley hime seemed to jeal- - t ok Caxtonian period and the them to their labor s rything in .. : ¥ chitec- * 4 . in the electric lig seemed X annex. Tired men uscd this the ow onerir nd ends coliected obbing day. Bius butes. Serious buys promised a ‘‘career rvice and /gave g journal:siic y_large room in one of ated nests in Newspaper atering to the owis and plain. Deco would have died in it and “modern eme d have cried out in re to the or to the moon—or to e atneticall over their ate thelr energies tion and on sound agl ere rarely new ut to show that the lates n murders was quite the most s:n the most recer fage th t most ha of births They cours was the m he dwis exacted i king of the teiegraph, the tink- he te me. the shuffling en- ssengers. th pens. the whizziy whispers of an ¢ r reverent bourdun- t of office boys, the tam-tam of pewriting mac the whirr_ heard through open windows clevated rail- way trains and blatant cable cars, and untraceable wh 1l failed to wor the men that labored. They were o used to It fell upon their s, d b ) impr here. They paid but sligh ion even to the tones of their lord-in-ck ef, the night ;city ed tor—the one man_ in that room who gave to his e a fine opportunity. They were au- tomata. The blinking owls ocutside had led them in, and there they were. The night city editor was a large per- n, who put on his authority when he k off his coat. He wore glasses and ooked mervous. Occasonally almost man expression appeared in the immo- bllity of his face, but he liked to pretend that he was merely a cog in the wheel. And the pretense was not'difficult. He looked at the owl workers from time to time and periodically took sheets of pa- from them, glancing,at what they written thereon. 1f he ‘liked it, he id nothing. If he didn’t like it. he said a good deal. He was not there as an agement, but as a disccuragement. te 1jfe (which he possessed merely. inal way) he was a tired“mman; ife and children. - vt t city editor jooked” up from beneath his green shade as a very young 1 SECTION 4 FEBRUARY IsT 1903 annot go back, M. wouidn't ftuc fitty Qollars. a wreck, a suicide, a car 1 couldn’t. The night ecity editor lit aside the match stagnant hap- bit his lip and wa another sand- om a thick white sallow youth wich and d cup withou am interested in yo into the next but complete held a bottle known to the and gave him his ir erically, answered his que: We want twenty line Go up to his and an obituary Journalism w tis spectfully reared paragraph wa 1 o'clock you will have to go to s-street Hospital The sallow youth An. obituary notice was an unprofitable squeaked, and the elect “But, Mr. Green,"” he & was_in hysterics when I left “Mrs. Hodge had gone to bed. and had fallen asleep under the influence of ‘When she heard what 1 wanted, an to laugh and cry, commotion. sorry for any one in my answer a que else there able to do 0. Mr. Green, but it Was chubhy, ,every- Ather bored. typewriter tam-tamed open window ant -whirr « characteristics of Newspaper the elevated train: “I'm awfully sorry, si and—make ' said this young of the night 1 K ouldn’t get an would . have jumped at his task, and from a weeping widow and a sorrowing house- dredged a rich re covetegd dimension of journali ditor's desk ard in that sm general- d a woman, rap- ark, approached man was young, » glare he looked somewhat care-streaked. tion, and there w I'm awfully sor- n't my fauft.” the night city yourself a re- I mean his widow—was #Cotidn't you ‘get 1t?" he asked Robin- tone, on his wa as she couldn't tell thing to-night. would give me his history.’ stonishment, the face of He looked at the young man, unabie to_ speak: s the new reporter was about to move away, the use of his tongue It never took very dong al that conven- respectability, such a state of mind that thrOWI: Open S0 as to rev low youth laughed grimly. those widows,” n would hav her npewspaper readin; friends, she must respéct his memory by relating his historyt soon “settle As for your sorrow—bah! not too late. ily of youth, however lips were reddened aricature of Cupld’s bow, and her hair, was chemically golden and ar- disheveled. was graven city editor. they find po, noti son, you make me The Ineident faded palel “This sort of thing young man. However, 1t is ee; it Is 12 o'clock. Go back to the house as quickly as vou * can, and see that-the story is here inside “of .an hour.” - ‘s Robinson had flushed, but now he grew He was a net yet acquired the art of looking upon death through, a- haze of printing Nor did it seem possible to .him that he would ever be able to dip jnto such.an- guish as he had just seen for bread and your fate, ly from the night nsifive . mental Insignificant detall He had no sym. the unusual gleam .gh her open cloak at- turned to him. or very distant trips. “See here, Robinson,” he sald, Ilodge's house—to his house, If you prefer it—for an obituagy You come back with this ridieu- af getting it orrow - morning want 2 line about- ca.2'a’ hang. abou #nd_get that of shoulders thro tracted attention. At the entrance to the nest to which allusion has already been made the man and woman stopped. 1t was an a soud-crushing routine. pathy with people who died at such in- convenient times, when' they were nationally important. was stupld and annoying when they were of mere passing local interest. ecity editor took from a folded white pa- per a.square ham sandwich, and as his teeth closed upon its elastic substance he was at ease agal., or as much at ease as a man can be who, through 0 psychic lous story a fewddays. Nobody will t ,‘i‘m 5+ Go.right back ? % bleving in the human side of things, too are quite sure you don’t want I don’t In the least me to see you home. mind waiting until you have turned your copy, you know, if you would prefer You know that.” 'Go home, my dear boy sald Sallle, carel and the street. 1nha And now friend Sar. will give her spir riend, Sarah. Good-nig He was about to leave h thing was evideatly mind—something that & cause it was 80 ph quietly, diffidently It was a horrid was a disgrac you, 1 shou ds. After a an looked at So he spoke r nervously. . wasn't it? Her laughter beg a) tremulo it gathered strength as ded with a peal that /i Charlte,” s ing me 1 office, hatjand w thd spectral out iike a ghostly map before departure of Sallis Sydenh: rather pathetic A few m he was at the Park P.ace statlon way uptow g as though s said the night e office the dress o late e new pla; thing His face had lighted wore petticoats, w Row are not bus” because was T smiles. of . them—the youngest—color slightly as. the: they were tening to { v who pride ves upon Bohemianism, were eager a This was spice, coming from a d they absorbed it grecd | seasoning to their insipid e was agh “What I was got potatoes cum could gv was at th he said majestica om leading us 1g? To what ? Are the Restorat ) retu girls a we t difference his r Mr. Green. r u know, an remark in quick to find €ovingt he you stte did not n om on her fa Teflective “How you a a woman? 1 don’t mean as a critic—but—e a wom 1 s ¢ not od. Reluct g—outside reluctant womsa hood was char was 1 wondered. S ¢ herself, .poor agitatl ignora Mr. Gre bliss—I must, really The night ‘city editor ) embarra d A nstome the men in at the task as bland as that 3 light from the green shadec Py nd feil in a yellow ¢ her chemica prepared tresses. He saw 'he! she w a graceful girl 1 ape of h.r‘vo‘: was almost classic. she was so bad