Howard R. Garis

“ The editor glanced down the page.
“Here, Larry!” he called to a tall, good-looking youth, who was seated at a small desk. “Get this obituary, will you? It's about a man over on the West Side. He was ninety-eight years old, and belonged to a well-known New York family.”
“Shall I get his picture?” asked Larry Dexter, as he came forward to go out on the assignment.
“No, we haven't time to make it to-day. Just get a brief sketch of his life. Hurry back.”
Larry got his hat from the coat room, and left the office. He was the newest reporter on the Leader. ”

“ It's enough to make—but never mind! You can go to the cashier and get what money is coming to you. We can't afford to have mistakes like that occur. This is the best story in many a day. Why, they must have had a regular riot up there, according to the Scorcher. Here, Smith,” the city editor went on, turning to an older reporter, “see what there is in this, and fix up a story,” and Mr. Emberg handed over the article he had clipped from the rival paper. It was a bad beat on the Leader.
“I hope I never make a mistake like that,” thought Larry, as he turned in his article. ”

“ Larry had been acting in his new position as reporter about eight months when, on the morning that our story opens, he was sent to get the obituary of the aged man. In this time he had learned much that he never knew before, and which would not have come to him in his capacity as copy boy. He had, as yet, been given only easy work, for though he had shown “a nose for news,” as it is called, which means an ability to know a story when it comes one's way, Mr. ”

“ Dexter did not receive this letter on time, in consequence of having hastily undertaken the journey from Campton, and so did not hear of her sister's loss until she reached the house where Mrs. Ralston had lived. The travelers made the best of it, however, and were cared for by kind neighbors. ”