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