rn-shame to serve ye so!
Trees has feelin's, same's men,--that's what dad says, and that's true!"

Miss Parker had done her work. Joe saw that when he opened the paper
the next morning: saw it at a glance, and with a big lump in his throat
and a tightening of his huge fists. Flaring headlines marked the first
page; under them was a picture of the girl in a sailor hat,--she had
found the original on the mantel and had slipped it in her pocket. Then
followed a flash photo of the dead girl lying on the floor,--her poor,
thin, battered and bruised body straight out, the knees and feet
stretching the wet drapery,--nothing had been left out. Most of the
details were untrue,--the story of the lover being a pure invention,
but the effect was all right. Then, again, no other morning journal had
more than a few lines.

Everybody congratulated her. "Square beat," one man said, at which her
gray, cold face lightened up.

"Glad you liked it," she answered with a nod of her head,--"I generally
'get there.'"

When the night city editor arrived--the city editor was ill and he had
taken his place for the day--he reached out and caught her hand. Then
he drew her inside the office. When she passed Joe again on her way
out, her smile had broadened.

"Got her pay shoved up," one of the younger men whispered to another.

When Katie came in an hour later, no one in the room but Joe caught the
dark lines under her eyes and the reddened lids,--as if she had passed
a sleepless night,--one full of terror. She walked straight to where
the boy stood at work.

"I've just seen that poor mother, Joe. I saw the paper and what Miss
Parker had said and I went straight to her. I did not want her to think
I had been so cruel. When I got to her house this morning there was a
patrol wagon at the door and all the neighbors outside. A woman told me
she was all right until somebody showed her the morning paper with the
picture of her drowned daughter; then she began to scream and went
stark mad, and they were getting ready to take her to Ward's Island
when I walked in. You've seen the picture, haven't you?"

Joe nodded. He had seen the picture,--had it in his hand. He dare not
trust himself to speak,--everybody was around and he didn't want to
appear green and countrified. Then again, he didn't want to make it
harder for Katie. She had had nothing to do with it, thank God!

The door of the office swung open. The editor this time caught sight of
Katie