The Forrest City times. [volume] (Forrest City, Ark.) 1871-1919, 1895-11-22

Mr.. Adams eyes danced, when he looked
in about noon, to see young Winchester
down on his knees, scrubbing with all
his might!
Charley Strengthened himself with as
dignificd an air as was possible under
such circumstances (his sleeves were
rolled up, and he was wearing as an
apron large busting cloth which hap
pened to be the only clean thing Ander-
hiln). He flushed little, but tried to
make his greeting very quietly co,lr-
teous and Indifferent.
ut is rather damp here for you, I
fear, Mr.. Adams. You will find that
place rather soapy. I'm just letting
the soap sink in on that spot as the only
way to take it out. Toward the left
you will find it drier, L think
There was little defiant ring in the
boyish voice, but Mr.. Adams could easi-
ly pardon that. He knew that boys do
not especially enjoy being caught in
such attire, or doing girls work." as
some rather foolish fellows choose TO
designate it.
II won't get it done to-day, sir; but
you said there was no hurry" Charley
went on, devoutly hoping that the pro-
prietor would betake himself elsewhere
very speedily; for it is embarrassing to
have man stand by and watch you
mop, especially if you can't find any
mop handle and are obliged to kneel
more or less gracefully to work.
"Oh no, no hurry; not in the least"
Mr.. Adams hastened to assure him.
Mr.. Adams must have read young
Winchester's thoughts. For he was
softly chuckling to himself as he went
back to the store. He'll do! he'll do!
he thinks it's girls work, but he won't
be ashamed of it; and he is as thorough
as can bel"
The next day it was rainy, and there
was not much to do in the store, so
Charley had a long, busy day in the
shed room. And by night the task was
done. Everything was cleaned, sorted,
and neatly arranged, and what seemed
utterly worthless laid aside in. a. heap
just outside the door, where Mr.. Adams
could glance at it, and see if anything in
it proved fit to save.
And young Winchester was retained
The sign did not appear again, for that
particular, especial, superhuman kind
of as"Boy" that was Wanted" had GER
tainly been found.
Mr.. Adams invited all the applicants
into the store one day. The Office could
not hold them, and he gave them pleas
ant, but very frank, talk" indeed; and
he explained the shedroom scheme, the
rock on which so many had struck; and
he gave them some good advice for fu-
ture service, too. He was interested III
hoyhood, and he was a thorough bust
ried its help with them through life, but
some OF the boys were angry.
Il should say it was n scheme" de-
clared one, angrily, as they talked it
over on the grocer's box and other loaf
ing places that night.
Il should have thought we'd have
caught on to it" complained another.
We'll, he didn't try it on them all, you
see. and then he had such offhand way
we never thought of that old sheds
being test" concluded third.
And did Charley marry the proprie.
tors daughter and live in luxury there
after?
Well, yes and no. He didn't marry
the daughter-Mr. Adams family con
sisted of himself, his son and the house
keeper. So in that respect l confess
that young Winchester was not exactly
the regulation hero of real story book
But he did become a partner before
many years. That was what Mr. Adams
was planning fora boy to grow up in
the business, ,and to be with his son when
he himself was too old for active part
nership.
l heard Winchester tell the story last
week. He is rising, popular bust
ness man of the Adams d Winchester
hardware firm. And he is as thorough
and energetic to-day as when, years ago
he scrubbed the old shed room, which
he owns now. And he wants sub
clerk himself. / wonder where he'll
find another like himself? Who do you
suppose will answer his "Wanted-a
Boy? It's a long-felt want, and likely
to be long felt. There are plenty OF
boys in general, but where is that par
ticular, special kind of boy ?-N. Y.
Independent.
-Borax is extensively used in pre-
serving foods. DIR. Fere, of Paris, has
tried it to cure eDileDsy and finds that IL