Evening Republican, Volume 22, Number 26, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 30 January 1919 — Jones Gets a Raise [ARTICLE]

Jones Gets a Raise

By IMES MACDONALD

<C«pjTUrht, ISIS, by McClure Newspaper 3 ... . 'i Syndicate ) 7 Young Mr.«®SBS gave his inkling machine a few teiiialive agtthi lapsedinto n rn-. erie. Five years out of -ivnridwestiiiti •e<>IUCT nnd lI. Jones had ntt’-e Tfoimmst of in tin 1 way-r-f-vTut-vt-mt-hri lie had been ambitious, but /.eagiT rind, euihuslastie apjto hiSjobfor five-long Jt-nr* Ittid fmhnl to lift h'in out of the clerk's class. When lie had taken the job in answer to an advertisement lie had l een —HH*I n future for the rizht man." I’.ei.-he yens still doing the same work ho had been doing after his first iliriv luonilis.iuUx. ■ <h<? eotupnnr.- —4+r* twk m errjob with sincere and industrious pur- ; &<»fe withoai ,Hs~ t>rrhyhig _litin uuything In flic wit) >’T mb iiiieemenf _ and now that it was June again th'e prospect of another long, hot summer in that office galled him. With a thoughtful air he withdrew from his wallet a clipping which he tead torn from his newspaper on the way downtown in the subway that morning. 777777773 7' 3.~ * “WANTED— Athletic -young man as Imatimuj on gen os, -a t»- 4 < *nneeticut. shore. Must lie expert swinirner —know motorboats. sailboats and canoes—makerepairs and be generally useful and obliging; SGO monthly and board. See Mrs. Agnes Turner between 10 and I*2 Tuesday. Hotel Arkwright.” .And after he had read the nd through onee mere young Mr. Jones arose from his <l**<k find eruorM theprivate office of his great and exclusive boss, the well-known Mr. Henry I*. Higgs. Mr. Riggs, or “Old H. 1’.." as ho 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. ‘‘Well?” he demanded. - -■—ryrr: “I'm Jones,” said Jones, “David R. Jones. I’ve been with this company live years. I have a fair education, a certain amount of brains and some ability. When I came here I was promised rapid advancement and a future, and before I die of old age at s■"•"> a week I thought I'd go into the matter with you.” “Well?" repeated Old IT. I’. sourly. “I want a man's job and $3,000 a year from today or I'm through.'' Old H. I‘. glared, and the barest crinkle of 'a sutvasHc suttle puckered up ..one corner cjfllmc inoutln.—‘lY'ou’re through, ail right!” he agreed, “and you won't find ihree-ihou-aml dollarloi»s Ik;.aging on trees around this town, young man." _j . “Anyway,” grinned Jones affably, “I don't «intt nd to hang on this tree till I'm rotten. There are plenty of other trees growing in the orchard of Manhattan;” - “Very well." growled Old H. I’., turning back to his desk. "But if you don t get your fancy job you can have-your Ufa’ tfrxr<»f September “he filing over ins snotiider. . “Huh’.'' he grunted a few days later when the incident recurred to him. J “The young squirt ! And 1 was proud of ■ fifteen -n- week at hk- age I” --| But at that very moment David It. ill a..-I*-" etc— jer.>cy and -i an old pair of flannel trousers, was ■ tuning up the engine of a high-powered ; HHHw’x»at:-fip'OH^ficA'oftftet i t-iT?iJt~shrTrc r . 1 “Hello. boatmanshouted a voice above tlie din, and Jones tOQked up to 1 see a smiling face.peer.ng at him over ; the edge of Ahe dock. She swung her legs over and Turned around with the fnletitipn of i .sliding down backwards to the deck of the boat, seine six fget below.ller 1 skin caught on a bolt.‘but she kept rig' _• till tlm modi■< Jir. Jones was co i p* lied to turn his .face away. TT“Trih6ok fiie." 4bv finally wailed in--; dignautly. Ami Juries. wiping hi-’ dirty hand’s, on a piece of wasjre. reached up 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 colijr deepening tn Iter eheeks. But Jones had pretended not to no* tier, although the nice men wh<* pr<,tend never to notice are the very ones who never miss anything. “Who might “you he?'' he alHi^dTfl'^iniTtytr'".' ' i ~ “Em Letta, the youngest.” she lijjighmily got here just a little While ago— . Louise aud Nina and- Aunt Agqes, AUhty says you imprt -.m-iI her very favorably at your interview in town, ami she thinks you're going to be a very nice boatman. What's ytiur name?" And from that day forth David R. Jones was Lmta's very own. She appropriated him as something sent to her by . the -gods for her eww esjieeifil pleasure and amusement. they paloked- thb' boats—mended the dock- rebuilt the float. Sturdily 'she ; worked at his and in between ■ tWies - If--rite rest of the family noticed it at all they merely passed It off with a shrugt-for after nil Lona was only, a kid. but—- > Th?* day H. B. Riggs was expected ttp’to spend"a withjids family. Junta kind Jones went across the. bay ia lite motorboat to meet him, was ihtro<&cetLxo4be fr.vvtiy yonng boatman by hiaMaughfei. At first he did ' not recognize j Ipheri, but the way Loixa hovered over ‘

that young men drew her father's unW’hlle he glowered over hia dau iliierla so apparent affection for his erstwhile, clerk; Jobes' Identity registered Itself on his bruin. I_!Ls really a boatman.’’ <*x- ■] -plained Letta to her father that night “at the’'aniiirr tiifiT^3- Tie's jiist a,- veTji ni»-e young imin wm» worked lii- fieod A. I ’!?.JQ.VT, groudix..ul‘l.. man wh > W-'itldn’l give” In.n a -;oiF<t»e3 &uDuVy uiitule up Ids mind to Imve a nice vacation this summer and find a lu-’ler ,i<lh IUiO lull." - And a-- usual Ic'tn trim -1 t!:r<'ii_'h JieiLJlUihe£—dfiiE-slljipeil down to the I Hi: •-h-it I: < 1 Ikt vy Jeni’S.* ' e • "“7*3“ , “Why, ♦Ur-m-bTtdU" sit'oLl >avy. a few : niauus lai"ti'ld him tlmr. .-Your.Tuifier wa>- the :>•.} U u \ u'lio wiiuldu't - give -me a etec!" . ; And Lei):: silt baefi auaiust an upt iii iivi! I > ;i: in amazeiiient. “ATeiiri ofil thing!" site sai-d. di-irespeetluliy, with \.-i<>iis in ,lk , j'-_v<»uug mind of ]>intlng it over oii’her father. ’I hen site Je;Vn-i-d her slim lenmh against Davv Jones, with , one hand eiirled beh.jid _ hi-_ imek "7 nd, ~4£-'xuu7v^^ay£f7lulil~any.obe- y -- ■» lov< <| stamrng as wes; l«eg-gtng-to -la* -kissed, x eH—pmrlmbly k!i»-ev- 1 -Juat= wieit Joires did idamt it. ;' “^TnceTlke"V< ; fj fiI r '?’“<T:iy7D7vy ifear. I've bei tt—w anting you tie -kiss me.” she Was saying, its tlie glow of Old' 11. P.'s cigar came around the corner i of’ the boathouse; r For a moment he stopped and watched the two who stood so close together there, his daughter trad—Davy J-oues —rimn die Wtt iketf-rrt t-r :uid -f: i rcd -tll rrn gri in+rr—"l suppose you'll he wal It 111 g v our I old job bm k again." said 11. I’. Riggs to the startled Mr. Joia-s. “When a matt's mi-.rried he ratlii‘r needs a Jolt. - doesu’tr-he3—But-1 he fwo-trf- y «»»■ can't live on thirty five- n week.” “Latta says we can.” grinned Jones, hugging that willing young woman just a bit rloser—and then he bluffed a little. "Hoiti’ver. we won't liitvi' gg I'm starting A\Hli’ R";-. tw V.’t umn K < Hu* first of September at .S.”>.3o<> a yen r.” Whereupon Lotta.squeezed his arm and eyed her father hostilely. For a moment IL I’. Riggs withstood that glance and then he extended his hand with a grin. “On the contrary. Dave," he said almost genially, “yori’re starting with H. P. Riggs & Co. nt ss,ooo—and eventually a —a partnership." —Wind then Lotta gracinusly transferred one Davy Jones' kisses to her father and back agaim