Mrs. H. Harrison Wells's Shoes
"under his arm were the soft little shoes that caused all the trouble."
Then he filed his copy, put on his hat, and went out and took a drink all by himself.
The next morning when Linton came down to the office he found he had written the story of the day. He was congratulated by all the men who knew him, and by some who did not, and, best of all, he overheard Billy Woods say, in a loud voice, "Who wrote that shoe story? It's good." "Linton," replied another older man, who the young reporter had supposed did not know his name.
Just then the city editor called him up to the desk and after complimenting him on the way he had handled the story, told him that at the end of the week his salary would be increased. Linton thanked him, but said he was not sure that he was going to stay with the paper; he would let him know in a few days. The reporter did not feel so pleased over his story as he thought he ought to.
But later in the day he heard down-stairs
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