Veltman  looked  from  one  to  the  other.  "Yes,"  he  said:
and  again  "  Yes-s-s."  But  the  life  had  gone  from  his  voice.
"Anything  more?"

"Nothing,  thank  you,"  answered  Hal.
"Brains,  fire,  ambition,  energy,  skill,  everything  but
balance,"  said  Ellis,  as  the  door  closed.  "He's  the  stuff
that  martyrs  are  made  of  —  or  lunatics.  Same  thing,  I
guess."

"Is  n't  he  a  trouble-maker  among  the  men?"

"No.  He's  a  good  workman.  Something  more,  too.
Sometimes  he  writes  paragraphs  for  the  editorial  page;
and  when  they're  not  too  radical,  I  use  'em.  He's  brought
us  in  one  good  feature,  that  'Kitty  the  Cutie"  stuff."

"  I  'd  thought  of  dropping  that.  It's  so  cheap  and  chew
ing-gummy."

"Catches  on,  though.  We  really  ought  to  run  it  every
day.  But  the  girl  has  n't  got  time  to  do  it."

"Who  is  she?"

"Some  kid  in  your  father's  factory,  I  understand.
Protegee  of  Veltman's,  He  brought  her  stuff  in  and  we
took  it  right  off  the  bat."

"Well,  I'll  tell  you  one  thing  that  is  going."

104


GLIMMERINGS

"What?"

"The  'Clarion's'  motto.  'We  Lead:  Let  Those  Who
Can  Follow.'"  Hal  pointed  to  the  "black-face"  legend
at  the  top  of  the  first  editorial  column.
