"So this is our new recruit," she said. "She is come to bring healing to
the sad, sick world--to right all the old, old wrongs."
She patted Joan's hand and spoke gravely. "That is right, dear. That is
youth's _metier_; to take the banner from our failing hands, bear it
still a little onward." Her small gloved hand closed on Joan's with a
pressure that made Joan wince.
"And you must not despair," she continued; "because in the end it will
seem to you that you have failed. It is the fallen that win the
victories."
She released Joan's hand abruptly. "Come and see me to-morrow morning at
my office," she said. "We will fix up something that shall be
serviceable to us both."
Madge flashed Joan a look. She considered Joan's position already
secured. Mrs. Denton was the doyen of women journalists. She edited a
monthly review and was leader writer of one of the most important
dailies, besides being the controlling spirit of various social
movements. Anyone she "took up" would be assured of steady work. The
pay might not be able to compete with the prices paid for more popular
journalism, but it would afford a foundation, and give to Joan that
opportunity for influence which was her main ambition.
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