Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1882-09-14
THE TRUE RING.

WANTED, o clerk ut ooo ""SAAnS
ton street.
This was the advertisement that ap-
peared in one of the morning papers oi
a large city. Many young fellow who
bad been seeking employment 1or
weeks felt his hopes rise as he read 1t.
Fred Baker heard 1t at the breakfast
table the day after it appeared; his
sister Louise said: "Oh Fred L for
cot to tell you that I saw in yesterdays
paper that Mitchell & Tyler want a
clerk that will be the place above all
others for YOU. 1t is splendid store.
Of course you can get the place II you
are not too late. You can take letter
from Uncle Horace his influence and
and your appearance will settle the
matter. I heard MIR. Mitchell was real
fussy about his clerks, but I'm sure he
can find nothing to object to IN my
handsome. well-dressed brother" and
the elder sister looked admiringly at
Fred's fair face, smooth locks and we'll
fitting suit.
"Perhaps I'll call around there after
while" Fred said carelessly.
"Please hurry and go now, won't
you ?" his sister said; "Pm afraid
somebody has snatched up the place be-
fore this time"
Fred finished his breakfast in leis-
urely way, put few extra touches to
his already careful toilet, lighted cigar
and sauntered forth.
"Better throw away your cigar be-
fore you 60 IN. Mr.. Mitchell may OBJ
iect to that, said Louise, who stood in
the front door as he passed out.
Hell have to take me as I am,
Fred said with lofty air "all gentle
man smoke. I do not propose to be
slave to him or any other man."
He called in at his uncIe's offic on
the way and procured a letter OF rec
ommendation. Thus equipped, he felt
confident of success.
Just behind him there walked with
bright step boy of fifteen, a year or
two younger than himself. This was
DAVID Gregg. He, too, had seen the
advertisement, and was on the way that
very minute to $50 Washington street.
He was the eldest of family of chill
dren whose father had died at the be-
ginning of this long winter. David had
tried hard to find employment, had I'M,
proved every moment in doing odd jobs
for anybody, had studied the papers
and answered advertisements until he
was well-nigh discouraged. The places
were sure to be filled by persons who
had influential friends he had none,
for his father had removed to the city
from the country only short time be-
fore his death, and now, more because
he applied for everything he heard of
than from any hope of success, he mad
risen very early that morning, made the
fire, and while his mother was prepar-
ing breakfast put himself in the neatest
possible order to 60 to Mitchell Il Ty-
ler's.
When he appeared at the breakfast
table looking SO bright and neat. his
mother thought he was a son to be
proud of, the handsomest boy in the
whole city, yet his face was actually
homely as far as beauty of features was
concerned; his clothes were coarse, and
he had no flashing pin. or gold cuff but
tons like the elegant young gentleman
who now walked before him.
What was the reason that among the
large number of boys who filed in and
out of Mitchell & Tyler's private Office
no one OF them had been selected to ill
the vacant clerkship? Mr.. Mitchell,
the senior partner OF the firm, had ask
ed some plain, straight forward ques-
tions of them. "Where do you spend
your evenings?" "Do you play cards,
go to the theatre?" etc., for Mr.. Mitch
ell had declared to his partner, "H
there is boy in the world who has
good habits and right principles, I'm
going to hunt him up if it takes all win
ter" so it turned out that many of the
boys could not give satisfactory answers
to the searching questions, and others,
when Mr.. Mitchell sounded their knowl
edge of figures, were not ready-reckon
ers.
They came and went for one whole
day, and as soon as the door was opened
the next morning candidates came flock
ing in like birds.
And now it was Fred Barker's turn
He stood before Mr.. Mitchell, his har