Fisherman & farmer. [volume] (Edenton, N.C.) 1887-19??, 1891-12-04


see and ningle with the world, and if he
ever returned, show Agnes that he was
really worthy of her first friendly inter-
est in him, and then when she ignored
him at her own home, she had done her
better self, as we'll as him an injustice.
The new manager of the great Tellico
Company was in his private Office. A
lady entered, and he looked up from his
morning paper, then inquired brief
ly:
"Well, ma'am, what can I do for
you?"
The lady pushed aside her veil. The
manager looked at her more closely, then
rose and offered her a chair. He was
short and stout, with heavy red NOUS
tache, close-clipped hair, and keen gray
eyes.
"You have advertised for type
writer" she said. 81 should like to ap-
ply for the position"
The manager still gazed at her curl
| ously, but he only asked:
"How long have you worked at type
writing?"
81 have only just learned it at the
commercial school," she replied, hesitat-
ing.
"School typewriting, like school tele
graphy, doesn't always answer SO we'll
without some actual business practice.
However, perhaps we can get over that.
! But let me ask you rather strange ques-
ton. Do you remember getting lost
| once in the Chilhowee Mountains, and
being brought home by red-headed
| mountain boy, to whom you gave sill
yer dollar and some good advice as to his
turning from the error of his moonshin-
| ing ways?"
of his moonshining way?"
The lady's amazement brought good
| natured smile to the managers face, as
he continued, pointing to himself:
"You see the boy has not forgotten,
and he still retains his red hair and
| freckles."
She now colored wildly under another
remembrance, as she said naively, yet
| with some embarrassment:
''Ialso remembered being, I fear, very
| rude to that same young man on another
| occasion. was young and-and fool
! ish then"
"And he was quite a bucolic scare
crow, and should have had better sense
than to intrude where he did unlimited.
I don't blame you, Miss Baird.
might have done the same thing myself
| under similar circumstances. Let them
| rest. You did me far more good than
evil. The effect of your kind words and
| the memory of your encouraging smile
outlasted the influence of your after in
| difference. The desire to be some one,
to make something of myself, implanted
unconsciously by you, never left me. It
| was the turning point of my life. See,
l have even kept the dollar you gave me
for good luck"
He exhibited it with smile, whereat
she again blushed slightly. Then contin-
| uing. he said:
"YOur father also made me the first
money offer for my mothers little farm,
that has proved a veritable bonanza for
me in more ways than one. l then re-
solved to try to make man of myself,
so that if I ever met you again you would
| not feel so ashamed of me-"
"You have your revenge" she said
sadly. .'Papa failed, and gradually wor
ried himself into the grave. Mamma
and are quite poor now"
Don't explain" interrupted Little
Mart kindly. really feel that I owe
you far more than the giving of this
position will ever repay. Your influence,
unknown to yourself, sent me off to study,
sharpened my wits. caused me to drive
shrewd bargains, yet keep my hands
clean, and persist until-well, here l am"
sit was difficult for Agnes Baird to
realize that this alert, polite, well-dressed
man, partner and manager ola great
iron industry, requiring large capital
and hundreds ofworkmen, was the awk-
ward youth whom she had carelessly be.
frlended, then ignored only few years
ago. Such was the case however, and
it only remains to say, that she obtained
the position, and that little Mart---now
Mr.. Dobson to every one---remained
such a good freend to her under these
new relations that I would not be sur
prised to hear of another partnership, too,
of the most endearing earthly nature, in
volving some change of name and other
agreeable future possibilities.-Xankee
Blade.