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Hardwick, it would have that gentleman's serious consideration. The
fifth man was not so easily disposed of. He insisted upon seeing the
editor, and presently disappeared inside with the clerk. Miss Baxter
smiled at the rapid dispersion of the group, for it reminded her of the
rhyme about the one little, two little, three little nigger-boys. But all the
time there kept running through her mind the phrase, "Board of Public
Construction," and the name, "Hazel."
After a few minutes, the persistent man who had insisted upon seeing
the editor came through the general waiting-room, the secretary, or
clerk, or whoever he was, following him.
"Has your name been sent in, madam?" the young man asked Miss
Baxter, as she rose. "I think not," answered the girl. "Would you take
my card to Mr. Hardwick, and tell him I will detain him but a few
moments?"
In a short time the secretary reappeared, and held the door open for her.
CHAPTER II.
JENNIE HAS IMPORTANT CONFERENCES WITH TWO
IMPORTANT EDITORS.
Mr. Hardwick was a determined-looking young man of about
thirty-five, with a bullet head and closely-cropped black hair. He

looked like a stubborn, strong-willed person, and Miss Baxter's
summing up of him was that he had not the appearance of one who
could be coaxed or driven into doing anything he did not wish to do.
He held her card between his fingers, and glanced from it to her, then
down to the card again.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Hardwick," began Miss Baxter. "I don't know
that you have seen any of my work, but I have written a good deal for
some of the evening papers and for several of the magazines."
"Yes," said Hardwick, who was standing up preparatory to leaving his
office, and who had not asked the young woman to sit down; "your
name is familiar to me. You wrote, some months since, an account of a
personal visit to the German Emperor; I forget now where it appeared."
"Oh, yes," said Miss Baxter; "that was written for the Summer
Magazine, and was illustrated by photographs."
"It struck me," continued Hardwick, without looking at her, "that it was
an article written by a person who had never seen the German Emperor,
but who had collected and assimilated material from whatever source
presented itself."
The young woman, in nowise abashed, laughed; but still the editor did
not look up.
"Yes," she admitted, "that is precisely how it was written. I never have
had the pleasure of meeting William II. myself."
"What I have always insisted upon in work submitted to me," growled
the editor in a deep voice, "is absolute accuracy. I take it that you have
called to see me because you wish to do some work for this paper."
"You are quite right in that surmise also," answered Miss Jennie. "Still,
if I may say so, there was nothing inaccurate in my article about the
German Emperor. My compilation was from thoroughly authentic
sources, so I maintain it was as truthfully exact as anything that has
ever appeared in the Bugle."

"Perhaps our definitions of truth might not quite coincide. However, if
you will write your address on this card I will wire you if I have any
work--that is, any outside work--which I think a woman can do. The
woman's column of the Bugle, as you are probably aware, is already in
good hands."
Miss Jennie seemed annoyed that all her elaborate preparations were
thrown away on this man, who never raised his eyes nor glanced at her,
except once, during their conversation.
"I do not aspire," she said, rather shortly, "to the position of editor of a
woman's column. I never read a woman's column myself, and, unlike
Mr. Grant Allen, I never met a woman who did."
She succeeded in making the editor lift his eyes towards her for the
second time.
"Neither do I intend to leave you my address so that you may send a
wire to me if you have anything that you think I can do. What I wish is
a salaried position on your staff."
"My good woman," said the editor brusquely, "that is utterly impossible.
I may tell you frankly that I don't believe in women journalists. The
articles we publish by women are sent to this office from their own
homes. Anything that a woman can do for a newspaper I have men who
will do quite as well, if not better; and there are many things that
women can't do at all which men must do. I am perfectly satisfied with
my staff as it stands, Miss Baxter."
"I think it is generally admitted," said the young woman, "that your
staff is an exceptionally good one, and is most capably led. Still, I
should imagine that there