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 are many things happening in London, society
functions, for instance, where a woman would describe more accurately
what she saw than any man you could send. You have no idea how full of
blunders a man's account of women's dress is as a general rule, and if
you admire accuracy as much as you say, I should