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received a brief note the next morn
ing asking for a job and signed A. L.
he simply tossed it into his waste
basket without comment. The secre
tary did not even see it.
The second morning the receipt of
a similar note aroused a faint rem
iniscence in Mr. Plethora's mind. He
tossed it into the waste basket
The third morning, a frown crossed
Mr. Plethora's brow' as he opened
the missive. He handed it to his
Some fool wants a job and forgot
to put his name and address," he
said, forgetting that Alfred had left
his at his own invitation.
On the fourth morning Mr. Ple
thora began to get worried. "Didn't
I get a letter like this yesterday, Mr.
Day?" he asked.
"Yes, I remember it quite well,"
said the secretary.
"Well, I wish he'd stop writing to
me," said Mr. Plethora. "It's getting
on my nerves."
On the fifth morning Mr. Plethora
jumped when he saw the now famil
iar writing. He flung the letter over
to his secretary with a curse.
"Have the police trace this young
man and stop him," he said angrily.
On the sixth morning the commu
nication changed its nature. Mr. A.
L. now had the honor to request the
felicity of a position as Mr. Pletho
ra's private secretary. On the sev
enth he was quite menacing. Un
less the position were forthcoming
A. L. would be obliged to remind Mr.v
Plethora of his application.
During the next two weeks Mr.
Plethora flung away the letters un
opened. Yet he knew that his mind
was subconsciously searching out
the strong, upright characters upon
the envelope. He was annoyed that
the writer could not be traced. He
went to Europe shortly after and for
got about him.
On-the top of Mont Cenis a bundle
of personal mail was handed to him
by a perspiring postman. Nine
tenths of the letters were from A. L.
A. L. cajoled for a job, he threatened
for a job, he pleaded for a job, he
was facetious about a job. Mr. Ple
thora cabled his secretary.
"Run down and arrest anonymous
writer before I return, or I discharge
you," he said.
When he got home a bundle of let
ters from A. L. was waiting on his
library table. A. L. was becoming
mildly reproachful. When was he
going to get that job? He reproach
fully told M Plethora that time was
pressing, and in a year or two he
would have to use harsher means.
Mr. Plethora discharged Mr. Day
and got along without a secretary
while considering applications.
Among the applicants was a certain
Mr. Alfred Lyons. Mr. Plethora had
not the slightest recollection of him.
"Are you able to stop nuisances
from writing to me?" he inquired.
"Yes, sir," said Alfred respectfully.
"I shall have to ask for a two weeks'
delay in assuming my responsibili
ties, though, because I am to be mar
"Whit Qo you mean by 'assuming
your responsibilities'?" roared Mr.
Plethora. "You aren't hired yet.
And you aren't going to be. How
ever, you can leave your name and
address, if that will make you feel
Alfred Lyons dived into his pocket
and handed Mr. Plethora a slip of
paper marked Alfred Lyons.
I have no card just now, sir. My
plate is being re-engraved with my
new address," he explained. "The
salary will be $5,000."
Something about the bold, upright
writing attracted Mr. Plethora's at
tention. Then, all at once, he knew.
"So it's you, is it, you scoundrel!"
he said bitterly. "Why shouldn't I
hand you over to the police for an
noying me as you have done?"
Alfred Lyons hung up his hat.
"I may as well help you out for the
day, sir," he said. "My salary need
not begin till I come back."
"And I've got it, Lily," he an-