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strong integrity, the fine sense of jus-,
tice, and the generous, kindly heart
under the rather repellant exterior.
Joe had started in the big electric
firm at the bottom of the ladder when
a boy of 18. He had steadily worked
his way up to one of the- most re
sponsible positions in the house.
Through all these six years he had
many opportunities of knowing the i) f
JOE GOES A-FISHING
By Alice E. Ives
' (Copyright, 1917, W. G". Chapman.)
"It's all tommyrot, nonsense, tom
foolery, this vacation fever!" .
Mr. Torrey was getting red in the
face. Joe Burnell expected it. He
always knew what was coming when
he asked for his two weeks' layoff.
But as this exposition had been an
annual occurrence for the past six
years and he had always not only
been granted his request, but an ex
tension of time if he wished, he sim
ply waited in a calm, indifferent
frame of mind for the end of the
"Why anybody wants to go and
pay good money to be uncomforta
ble, to have bad meals, a slatty bed,
mosquitoes and no ventilation in
your room "
"But you can go where you don't
have those things."
"Oh, yes, if you want to pay
enough for one day to live comforta
bly on at home, for a week."
"Not necessarily. I went to a place
last summer and stopped with a lady
who takes in only two or three
boarders and I wouldn't ask for any
"Perhaps you wouldn't,", growled
Torrey, with a strong accent on the
"you." "J3ut I would. New York is
good enough for myvacation. Why
any one wants to go trapsing off to
the country is what gets me."
"If it only would 'get' you once
boss, I'm sure it would do you a
world of good."
"Huh! you think so!" sniffed Mr.
Torrey. "Well, I'm doing prettywell
now without a doctor. What time do
you want to go?"
The date was arranged to Joe's sat
isfaction and he went to his desk
with a covert smile drawing his lips.
Later on the curve of his mouth took
a tenderer turn. He was thinking of
old Torrey, the man, aside from his
cranks and oddities. He knew the
It Was Not Exactly a Good Day For
real nature of the senior partner.
There had grown to be something -more
than respect in his feeling for
old Torrey. It was something like
the love of a son. Joe had no father
and the interest and wise counsel of
Torrey had seemed in a way to sup
ply the parental need. But Joe saw
with some sorrow and regret the
continuous hardening and roughen-