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up agpin. If "they want to get new
positions in the meantime, all right.
It's pretty hard, three young fellows
counting on a steady situation being
thrown out this way, and I want to be
just all around."
So thus it was settled, and the old
housekeeper at the Ross home grum
bled considerably at having three "big
boys" hanging around the house all
of the time, as she expressed it.
Rogers, the bookkeeper, turned out
to be quite an exquisite. He dropped
into the new arrangement as though
he was accommodating some one. He
lay around smoking and reading in a
comfortable hammock most of the
time, but was always on hand for hiJ
The old assistant manager, Mahon,
devoted most of- his time to hanging
around the village billiard hall. Both
borrowed money from Mr. Ross, who
catered to their necessities and stud
Young Bert Delancy was restless
and out of sorts the first day he ar
rived. He broke out into rebellion the
third morning. If it had not been for
the engaging presence of Elsa he
might have broke through the traces
"See here, Mr. Ross," he said in his
independent, off-iianded way, "you're
a generous-hearted old man, but I'm
no sponger. I don't see why three
husky fellows like us should be de
pendent on you."
"Don't you want to resume your
old position when we start up busi
ness again?" inquired Mr. Ross.
"Surely, but I'm not born to be
"All right; I'll make a new bargain
with all three of you fellows. There's
a big garden to take care of, there's
wood to saw and all kinds of odd jobs
about the place. Put in your time
about them and I'll pay a fair price(
for the service."
Rogers regarded his well-manicured
hands and the rough garden tools,
shrugged his shoulders and betook
himself to his hammock.
Mo lion tried clearing some brush,,
got a few thorns in bis fingers and,
hied him to the cue and ivories for
Bert pitched in forthwith. He
mended the broken fences. He made
the straggly garden look as if an ex-r j.
pert had gone over it. One morning;?
Mr. Ross came out to find him with??
saw and buck tackling a four-cord
pile of stove wood.
The old man's veyes twinkled sejfi
cretly. That evening when work wa&j
suspended, he stole out to the woodj
pil and put a little clinking bag Way
under the last log of the heap.
Bert rather liked the task. The
wood was just behind the kitchen
where the fairy-like form of pretty
winsome Elsa constantly flitted. Sev
eral times-she brought the worker a
glass of cool lemonade and then they
had an enjoyable chjat together.
"See here, Mr. Ross," said Bert,
two days later,A"that wood is all saw
ed and I found this little bag under
the laat log."
"Oho! you did?" 'chuckled the old
man. "What's in it,. now?"
"A dozen gold half eagles."
"That so?" chirped the old man. "I
reckon the fairies have rewarded you
for your industry. See here, Mr. De
lancy", I put them there and you're
going to keep them."
"I don't like overpay" began
"There's better than that coming,"
announced Mr. Ross. "I've been
studying you, and that ladylike book-1
keeper, and that shiftless assistant
manager. You can have the position
if you want it" ,jj
Bert did not reply. His face grewj,
so serious and thoughtful that Mr
Ross stared at him in wonder. .
"Why!" he exclaimed, "you don't
mean to say you turn down that kind)
of a chance of a lifetime, do you?"
"It depends," said Bert deliberately.
"On what?" pu
"No on whom," corrected Bert,
"I'm a plain, blunt fellow, Mr. Rossj
I'm half in love with Miss Elsa. Ills
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