The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, February 15, 1903, Page 1

as secured ewspaper and at has ever been uali- printed. It throbs with the ns of latter day authors. long familiar newspaperdom that he knows and it is with no at he paints these of realism. His wve in the strongest ns and passions be made ) ke K g women, wk her thoug a v ak b £ - & wome t 4 [ € 5 o4 & - | And on another ocvasion she had heard | an owl screech in agony to the moon as news of a dyna expldsion with « loss of sixty lives had telephone: SECTION A “héd. 1 had a dinner on to-night and 1 1 hate these holocausts w 1 can't go. 1 they always occur al ungodly hou fiendish luck!" = e S n She had never forgotten these inci- ma ts. Her mind was very rcceptive, at a the time of their oceurrence, to the ir fluences of Owldom. Possibly to-day they would make no impr«ssion upon her. The novelty had worn off. She had heard owls discuss murders at fixed rates remunerat «nd she knew the “‘tariff’” e O S s e B AN e e B A A R P IAU WIS - Kxom suicide, )pement, adultery % s and jail-breaking. The last wa ¢ “broke jail ¥ > 2 e f ee umns. w C ), A had ¥ n. th betook her: to Owldom in 8 . i 1 were both childrer Y their means, Sal- sy and non-apprehensive frame of : 8 o 10 EEESMD he r book 3 mind. he fact that Lettie was now es= wa treasures. One lo Lettic P tablished in her home made her feel comd - and the F WS Quow fortable. Her sister was a moral sup- ot f 1d; the apartment eve port and the dreadful sense of irremedia- S e % ¢ e e kil ble loneliness had left her. Lettie had & parody, for a woman who Was a.companfed her to the theater.and she known and talked about; to live like this. {E0P TG SO0 26 MUl (ol OF the young- o to dine in a room in which you . "njjce Sydenham’s fervent entreaties She ild scarcely wing a cat ¢ allowed to,”g8 to the office” with : S-ontptiiute: lag-she i Hole Thes fdca ‘of journalism at mid- e g e alcutta to suffer it all wficaled irresistibly to Lettie; but r sa out friends or gossin-mongers! Let- was relentless. . Some day. per- e began t vowed she weuld know the %nine re- Lettie should accompany her: but L ned families” in the house before ht she was busy. ‘Tt was.out of the t Had B N R g, “themoulg, | tion. Apd Lettie went back to the ; A et out their histor and make brious apartment to utter her com- i rot out brothers, and cousins ar plainis to Reésina, who,/ was silent and t re reck belongings. 'She would oust Sallie DHEINS 8 CEO8 e Fude . T As Sallic entered the office, she felt VOOIEE. Sp people. Ay atle a ery She would have liked to believe BENEE nete leisiost Luice, that Mr. Gaeen had forgotten her assign- Covington. H ment—she even tried to believe it—but and sthe “had he knew. that city editors were not for = Sallie’s getful They might be indulgent and 3 - poinciiet miable, but they suffered from sheet- a t There were b g : was ‘ndt inclined te heraweak “pe yight city editor was discussing his res g v Med_her “sbeaydis (ASPITd- neviiable ham \dwich as Miss Syden- b SnanCUNces i~ ham entered. S adopied a_fam ty & S o manner that she was far forn fecling 1 } w . and she made a strenuous cffort to as- o e ¥ ceased to me the recklessness and pictorial jovi- > Y 3 alit 0. popular with the male owls. Mr 4 =~ e 1 Green eergalidy lonked as= though nothing p + li- had ndppen nee she last saw him. He s t A p . o . = b 2 v, and report ft her assignme n reporter te out of the T Yo admit it I Sallie ‘Xn(;l\vqu the yem, and have not veloped her strange J y g I amuse she was of the relentless mill that grind WA out news, and pulverizes the possibilitie ey 1 s it mever occurred to her that this silenc, % & me was ominous. She had no knowlege of . . ” he 5 e g e e 8¢ 'Y was heavy, opaque, blunt. and unyielding. And b e curigusly, “he rushes, in the pride of its myriad s L in his usual frank and unconsiderate - . - She upon it ae 1. Manner lie had just dismizsed an of = s ming. Lettie hoodwink a force ir ble as that SheuEg KIS Disas TR it ; SPECIAL POSE FOR THE SUONDAY CALL Al hax shehad, 43 Mo, “she her Mi denham,” he said carel LES : Fokte) Wiy, Grien: ghat Worked UD jifi1e ctranger. What's been the matter? @0 things in that 5 at a g of 1Hp WIBEY Wi0 SpeN the o hing i ¥y have deserted us in our hour of need. 1it-bits hot from the i ' ap it.” That would end it. What further NoU have deserted usin out hour of need, 137 %0 jittre way we principle A ¢ could be,sajd? Sallie. in her mew men- (300 N0 TS oo mme to (dlie sat still and i all v & 1 . dac Sefitusly Shrliewsd ot B N This sounded very F % heart sank. Still for c . splendidly rusee. She intended to s s O iy Nothing thing through. A to f ¥ v part rg#listically, and to gioomily de- & G EXCIREDY ¢ In particy: Was hers. She had d¢ = plore fhe failure of her mission. She re- [RUCH-o SNE TEDTECC ) that—that 1 Mr. 1 could | e hew el vou remember Witherby’s ‘tip’ and the he chose. He could o iy il A int matter? Well, I've worked it Sarca at her, if he 3 & % e g 3 4 days at it—and there's nothing doing. And he could no t 1l t s e - My first assignment has failed, ®ive him the slightest inkling as to & happjly to investigate a ‘st ‘blowr i about Arthur Stuyvesant. That, s sband who ocked tightly in her am furious about it. It certainly erious splendid possibilities, but it isn't fortunately, w y Eeiboay ie—and—oh, 1'm rry ! own breast. and there it would stay un- w o_hadbee Her words sounded ame. and til the crack of doom, as far as he was reporter spent o) ™t “She would Ked to concerned. So she laughed rather ins ) g veturned with jjgicate a deeper depr koener lently, and felt ridiculously sure of her- 1o Arthur Eha M herself to dis- . S mortification. but but . . . now Self. * things up a rem She was dimly There nothing i t, Mr. Green, that she was trying to_ciose this hatefui “Bad news always keeps, Mr. Green he was addicted to tints, and oat 1 - nticipated Sallle remembered he him ' say. aperture, she wags merely anxious to close she said pertly, “and, of course, when -embellishment ~would do n ciation wi ier sister would be “After all work, d out that it quickly T found that I was baiked of my honest didn't say that, Mr. Gree arming, it would not be sympathetic. the woman was actually alive. 1 insisted g Mr. Green glanced at her rather prey, I considered it byd news. 1t I had ed coquettishly. ‘“Between ourselves, She could not tell her sbout the “com- that she was dead and mutilated, but” humeroushs He ate his sandwich discovered a story, I should have rushed don't believe that Mr. and Mrs. Stu b she was involved, and later on, when I saw her walking around, slowly, and she felt sure she detected to you all alive with legitimate excite- sant are living together at all. Apps o e f mind 1 was obliged to believe the evidence of his eve . yes, It was a twinkle. “Ah ment, but = ly they have agreed to differ. He v was ‘sorely ‘my Own €yes. gt he said, swallowing a crust, that i “Tell me what you did, Miss Syden- bad lot, and she told me her trouble: e the mysteries of the He had been seriously grieved. He your rcport, Miss Sydenham. You have ham?” he asked, interrupting her. He oh, a long lst of infideities, recrimina- i Jack Childers, Ivy had even felt indignant with the wealthy taken your time, haven't you? You just crumbled up the paper that had enveloped tions and conflicts, but nothing definit iur Stuyvesant, and she la for daring to be alive and intact dropped in—er—to te his sandwich and threw it away. Then or tangible. 1 tried to pin her down t played leading parts. It would He had eagerly anticipated a biithely nothing in this stors H'm! T he dusted his hands s up. Sallie tnis particular case, but she insisted tt a relief to taik it cver—just to flluminative -story’ of Ler cruel di: most thoughtful of you. And jou still felt that she “had * Where she she knew mothing about It. It isn't 4 d talk—for the sake of talking. tion, and had even contemplated sketch. sits down and waits for you-—until you wanted him. question of one woman, but of half a doz. ence corroded her. It was poison ing the pleces. Poor little owl! Sallie had are ready. You are a very bright and I must disclose my tactics?” she asked en—and all perfect ladles,” she added But her sister would not under- tried to put herself in his place, and feel brilliant critic, Mi: nham, but vou amiably and she hated that word, “‘Quix- sorry for him. But she was (0o new to are not going to make your mark as.a his tact " She knew that Lettie would call journalism. and had not yet reached the reporter. We have just had news of a Green Quixotic. Il_w|< he §djvrl{§'e by point where she could callously consider fire. I suppose if I sent you to it, you rather amused.) *Well, I did the very flinchingly. Byt- she did it, and eyen gray conventionality inevitably the mln_cling-up of humanity in the light would come in some time next week—or best thing I could go. I called upon managed to convey an impression of in- the unintelligible hues-of uncon- of copy. next year—and tell us about it. Unfor- Mrs. Stuyvesant hergelf, and she, with difference. rerlock Holmes must explain frivolous ? Isn’t that rubbing it in, Mr. He ed her with unusual sterness, and (She began to feel lively and 1t was hard for her to meet his look un-