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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, June 22, 1915, LAST EDITION, Image 19

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much of a hand at blowing my own
"You are too diffident, my dear
John," said the old lady. "Let us put
our heads together and see whether
we can't show up your good qualities.
If we can't, nobody can."
A little praise from Mrs. Barton, a
little tender love from Cynthia, a lit
tle eagerness on John's part, and a
touch of bitterness at the memory of
Hart, and the following letter was
"In answer to your advertisement,
I beg to say that I think I am just the
man for the position. I am twenty
five years of age and wish to make a
change. I am at present employed
in a wholesale stationery house and
have a complete knowledge of the
business. I am planning to leave be
cause I am worth at least $125 a
month and am getting less. I wish
to enter the service of an enterpris
ing firm that knows a good man
when it has him, and if you win ac
cord me an interview I believe we can
come to terms."
The last sentence, to which John
demurred, was the product of Mrs.
Barton's brain.
It seemed to the women just the
sort of letter calculated to appeal psy
chologically to Quincy. They said
so and John was forced to agree.
He watched Hart narrowly the next
morning. Somehow he felt as if a
vast load had been lifted-off his mind.
He no longer feared Hart, He no long
er dreaded to go into the little booth
where he had his des.k. Threats
would leave John unmoved. He
dreamed away at the morning, in
fancy seeing himself at the altar with
Cynthia, and in his pocket the price
of an extended honeymoon tour
through the south.
At lunch time the office boy told
John that Hart wanted to see him.
When John entered there-was a frown
on Hart's forehead that boded ill
"Mr. Darrell, we have been think
ing of making some changes in the
pffice," said Hart "I have been un
der the impression that you were not.
altogether satisfied with your posi
tion here."
No, sir," said John.
"Eh? What's that?" snapped Hart,
looking at him menacingly. "You
aren't. Why didn't you tell me?"
"I think I am worth more money,
sir," said John, respectfully "In fact,
I I am sure of it." '
"Then that is the explanation of
this letter which I received from you
this morning," said Hart, flinging
John's missive down on the table.
John felt his blood run cold. It
was one thing to leave Hart triumph
antly, to go to Quincy; it was anoth
er to be kicked out before he had se
cured another position.
"Of coure, if you are not satisfied,
Mr. Darrell," continued Hart, more
blandly, "you are at liberty to leave
us. But we are enlarging the depart
ment, and I wanted to get another
man as assistant preparatory to ad
vancing you to a higher position at
Which was not strictly true. Hart
had advertised for another man, but
He had intended to keep John in the
some position at the same salary, and
all his expressions of discontent on
previous days had been directed to
ward frightening John lest he should
make a demand on him. The new
man was to have superseded John.
"If you like to take the position it
is yours Darrell," continued Hart.
John looked at him in stupefaction.
It seemed too good to be true. He
Tvas appreciated, then. His employ
er had recognized his years of.service.
Hart turned on th.e- 'reproachful
tap. "If you-only had let me know
that you wanted more money, Dar
rell," he said.
"Why, sir, doesn't everybody want
more money?" asked John.
"They do. But those that get it
ask for it Not that I intend to ad
vance you further for a year, at
least," he went on, hurriedly. "But
if you would like to start in at $125
next month you may." (
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