Evening Republican, Volume 22, Number 23, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 27 January 1919 — Jones Gets a Raise [ARTICLE]

Jones Gets a Raise

By IMES MACDONALD

(Copyright, ISIS, by McClure Newspaper Syndicate.) ""Younc Mr. Jones reached over ;imi htc adding .machine, a the jobs and again iapsod into a reverie. Five years'out of a midwest ern colanti Da Aid R; Joties hnd-Rrtte-of in the way of jLehicyem*tfiL_ He had been :uubitious. ; but_x’agcE-nn<L. to KTs joTTfor five long years had failed to lift bun out of the <■]< ik's class. When he had taken the job ,iu uh«wer to an Advertisement hr- laid been assured of “rapid advancement and a future for the right man. But he was still doing the same work he had b«-<-n doing after l|is first three, months with , the company. He had stuck to one jhb wll h ?<!n h-n•' ; Tnn 1 1, mi sirifill >ll u t 1 ’-*" jHise thing tn the way of advancement -ami AvaSf pros-, -pert of another- inner, hot summer in that office galled him, “ With a thoughtful air he fwltimrew ’ from his wallet a clipping which lie* had torn from his newspaper on the way downtown in the subway that morning. “WANTED— Athletic young man as fxratnwtn ~on gunThmipn's" esrrrt r: ■ Connecticut shore. Must be expert swimluer- —know motorboats, -sail beats aml canoes —make repairs and be generally useful and obliging; monthly and board. See Mrs. Agnes Turner between 10 and 12 Tuesday, Hotel Arkwright.” “ “ Abd after he had read the ad through once more young' Mr. Jones arose from his desk and entered the private office of his great and exclusive boss, the well-known Mr. Henry P. Riggs. Mr. Riggs, or “Old 11. P.7‘"fl's he was called in the outer office, stared at the impulsive Mr. Jones with surly surprise. The privacy of his domain had never before been so violated. “Welt ?” he demanded. “Pm Jones.” said .Innes, “IJaxid Jones. I've been with this cotnpany live years. T have a fair education.lT certain amount of brains and some ability. When 1 came here I was promised rapid advancement and a future, and before I -die, of old age at $35 a week 1 thought I'd go into the matter with you2’ 1— —— “Well?” repeated Old 11. P. sourly. __ “I want a man’s Job and $3,000 a year from today or I'm through.'’ Old H. P. glared, and., the barest crinkle of a sarcastic smile puckered up one corner of hi-s- mouth. ' “You’re through, all right he agreed, "and you won't find tliree-thousand-dolliir jobs hanging on trees around- —this young man.” “Anyway,’' grinned Jones affably, "I don't intend to hang on this tree till I'm rotten, T 1 iere are identy of trees growing in the orchard of Manhattan.” “Very well," growled Old IJ. ILULUBt. jug back to his desk. "But if you don't get your fancy job you can have yourold one here any time before the first <o>f September,” he flung -over his shoul"Huh 1" he grunted hsgr. when the incident recurred to him., “The young squired —And 1 was proud of fifteen a w eek at his age!” But at that very moment David R. -Joner.rhrdirT an old yutir of flannel trousers, was tuiringup the efiftße‘oraTugii-powcred ■ motorboat up on the Connecticut shore. .“Hello, lamtmanl” shout Cd a voice above the din, and Jones looked up to see a smiling face peering at him over the edge of the dock. She* swung her legs over the side and turned around with the intention of sliding down backwards to the deck of the-beat.-some six feet below. Her skirt caught on a bolt, but she kept right on sliding till the modest Mr. i Jones was compelled to turn his face away. - ’-i’nhook me." site final!) u ailed in- : ffiguantly. And Jones, wiping iiLs_dirmVl»)d¥ oh a piet-e of waste re;i<‘het! nf> obediently, and unhooked her, setting her safely on her feet with a grin. “My—my coming was quite a revelation, wasn’t it?” she said demurely, the color deepening in her cheeks. - But had pretended not to no< tice. although the nice men who pretend never to notice are the very ernes “who Severmiss auythThg. “Who might you be?” he asked pleasantly. “I'm Lotta. the youngest.” she laughed. “Curlo.tta Riggs, you know. We “«nty got here Just a little while ago Louise- and Nina and Aunt Agne< Auntysays you impressed her very favorably at your interview in town, and she thinks you're going to be a very nice boatman. What's your name?” And from that' day* forth David K. Jones was Lot la's very own. She appnipriated him as something.jsent-to her by Hie gods for her own (especial pleasure and amusement. “Together they painted the boats—mended the dock -rebuilt the float. Sturdily she worked at his side. And in ipetween rimes they swam together. IT the rest of the family noticed" ifat fl.ll ihey merely passed it off’with a shrug—fqr after all Lotta was only a k|d. but —, , The day H. P. Riggs was expected up to Attend a week with his family. Lot ta and Jones wflht across the bay in the motorboat to meet him. and he was miTjoduced to the bare-shouldered, Brawny young Ivoatinan by his daughter At first he did “tiot recognize bat the way I»ot la hovered pver

that young tngn drew her father's undlvlded attention and disapproval—and while he glowered over his daughter’s, rid appkrer.t afiectlon for his erktwhlle clerk, Jor.< s’ identity registered Itself on his brain. “Davy* isn’t really a boatman,” explained* Lbtta to her father that night at the dinner lujblgv. “My't ß -i' l "' >? YA'. l '! 'nlo‘ yonmr tnnn who wtirkcd hi> he.ad off five whole years for a grom-by odd mpn wlm wouldn't gi vol him a eb:im«c So Davy inmle up his nfim-l to htive a ni<e vacation thi> ..miujiiht ami find a better job mxt fall.”' as '.usual-Lotfirlrrrricdlkmish "Tit*r~dlTdi<T ami - slipped ' down to the bem h aiid Ilitvy Jones. - “Why, da rn~it~n 11 1 ’ >:t id Da a-a fe minutes htter. "You shouldn't have "told TiTm that” Your' father was Hie give ine“ a clmnco”' * 7 A:td Letta snt buck against tin upturned- bent in afrinzdmeiiT. 7”Mt‘;i"h old ilJim l ' she >;t.id. Oisr<*s|»>ci fully, w.tii [ visions in her-ytmrig mind of putting j it over on her father. Tlieli she leaned her- si+m lengt h ngaiuM- 1 Hrwy .bmes, with one hand, curled behind his neck, --and it you've ever had anyone you .'n-rrr A-iimtn c- 'Tee T.■ <IW -V 11-. I.■ amiivu Ito be kissed, yell Pjsvbaldy Jump jIV’L. vvli:it .Tolies did about it. “Since the very fit-rtjhty. Davy ‘dear, I've boon wanting pill—!.o duxs ..me," she was*saying, as the glow of Did ...IL Bds~.c.ig4iy-ca4tu‘ -tlre--e<cwter7 of the bottthouse. For a moment hestopped and- watched the two who stood so * close together there, his daughter tint! —Ihtvy Jones—ihen he Wiilkeffi-mer timl fiieed TlrPTrr'gTTrniy.' old jolt back again.” said H. I’, liiggs t<> the startled Mr. Jone*. "When a man's marrieJ be rutber needs a Job. doesn't he? But the two <>f you can't live on IILU-ty-five a week.” “Lotta,; says we can.” grinned Jones, .hugging that willing young woman just a bit closer —arid then he bluffed a little. “However, we won’t have to. I'm -starting with Rogers. :Wyman & the first of September at $3,500 a year.” Whereupon Lotta squeezed his arni and eyed her father hostilely. For a .moment H. P. Riggs withstood that glance and then he extended his hand ■with a "grin. “On the contrary. Dave," he said almost genially, "you're starting with 11. T*"Riggs & Co. at ss.ooo—and eventually._a=a -pa-H-tu'FsMp.”-And graciously transferred one of Davy .Tones! kissesjo her father and back again.