Northern tribune. [volume] (Cheboygan, Mich.) 1875-1885, 1882-03-18
THE TRUE RING.

WANTED, clerk at $50 Washington
street"
This was the advertisement that APP
peared in one Of the morning papers of
large city.
Many young fellow who had been
seeking employment for weeks felt his
hopes rise as he read 1t.
Fred Barker heard it at the breakfast
table the day after it appeared; his sis
ter Louise said, "Oh, Fred! l forgot to
tell you that saw In yesterdays paper
that Mitchell 81 Tyler want clerk; that
will be place above all others for you.
It's splendid store. OF course you can
get the place if you are not too late.
You can take letter from Uncle HOr-
ace; his influence and your appearance
will settle the matter. / heard that Mr..
Mitchell was real fussy about his clerks.
but Pm sure he can find nothing to OBJ
ject too in my handsome, well dressed
brother" and the elder sister looked adj
miringly at Fred's fair face, smooth
locks and well-ftting suit.
"Perhaps I'll call around there after
awhile" Fred said carelessly.
"Please hurry and go now won't yOuW
his sister said: Pm afraid somebody
has snatched up the place before this
time?"
Fred finished his breakfast i'm a leis-
urely way, put few extra touches to
his already careful touches 10 his al
ready careful toilet, lighted cigar and
sauntered forth.
Better throw away your cigar before
you go in. Mr.. Mitchell may object to
that" said Louise, who stood in the front
door as he passed out.
Hell have to take me as | am Fred
said with lofty air; 'all gentlemen
smoke. do not propose to be slave to
him or any other man."
He called in at his uncle's office on the
way and procured letter or recommen-
dalton. Thus equipped he felt confident
of success.
Just behind him there walked with
brisk step boy of fifteen, year or two
younger than himself. This was David
Gregg. He too had seen the advertise
ment, and was on the way that very min
ute to $50 Washington street. He was
the eldest of family of children whose
father had died at the beginning of this
long winter. David had tried hard to
find employment, had improved every
moment in doing odd jobs for anybody,
had studied the papers and answered adj
vertisements until he was well nigh dis
COuidstus iHt pidCto NOip ouiO w w
filled by persons who had influential
friends; he had none, for his father had
removed to the city from the country
only short time before his death, and
now, more because he applied for every
thing he heard of, than any hope of sue
cess, he had risen early that morning,
made the fire, and while his mother was
preparing breakfast put himself in the
neatest possible order to go to Mitchell
& Tyler's.
When he appeared at the breakfast
table looking so bright and neat his
mother thought he was son to be proud
of, the handsOmest boy in the whole city,
vet his face was actually homely as far
as beauty Of features was concerned his
clothes were coarse, and he had no fancy
neck-tie. no flashing pin, or gold cuff
buttons like the elegant young gentle
man now walking before him.
What was the reason that among the
large number of boys who filed i'm and
out of Mitchell & Tyler's private Office
no one of them had yet been selected to
gil the vacant clerkship? Mr.. Mitchell,
the senior partner of the firm, had asked
some plain straightforward questions
of them. "Where do you spend your
evenings?" "Do you play cards, go to
the theatre?" ETC.; for Mr.. Mitchell had