The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1897-10-27
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behind him.
Mr.. Hardacre says he will see you
In few minutes. WIN you be seated?'
and the little man turned and began 10
rustic the papers on his desk as II he
were very busy indeed.
Willis Everett dropped down In a
chair close TO the railing, fused with
his hat and watched for Judson Hard
acres door to open. He thought II
was rather cold reception for an uncle
to give his nephew. and yet his mother
had warned him what TO expect.
Your uncle Judson." she had said.
rs very much devoted to his business.
He has never In his life had time 10
give to his friends, and people say that
he is crusty and hard hearted, but am
sure that my brother Judson has as
kind heart as any man living. II only
you can reach It,"
Willis had come to his uncle as last
resort He had Just finished his junior
year In college, and he knew that the
completion OF his course would depend
on his own earnings during the sum
mer. His father had been able to sup
ply him with money. although not so
literally as he really needed, for the
first three years of his college life, but
hard times had ruined his business, and
1t was all he could do to pay rent and
grocers' bills, not TO mention the pro
vision Of clothing for the younger chill
dren.
II want to see you finish up with your
class" he said to Willis, but it Is out
of the question for me TO furnish the
money. You will have to get out anC
see what you can do for yourself"
And Willis had tried his best to get a
position. But he found that he was
compelled to compete In this struggl,
for an opportunity to make a living
with men older and more experienced
than himself, who knew better what
the employers required. One man saiC
he would take Willis on trial, but be
couldn't pay him anything for a few
months; another said he had a position
but he wished to give 1t to a man VIII,
had intended to remain with him per
manendy and work up In the business
And so they all put him off, and now HI
was watching for the door Of his uncle
private office to open.
He had not seen his uncle in severa
years. He remembered the last meet
ing without any exuberance of pleasur,
Uncle Judson had called on his mothe
one afternoon, and he had come 4
warm and excited from a tennis game
Whats that thing you have got |
your handT' his uncle asked, after hi
mother had presented him.
why, tennis racquet"
Sarah, can't you teach your childre
to go into better business than dave
ing around In white trousers with to
bat?'
Even as Willis thought Of 1t now, /
felt his cheeks Jingle with mingle
modification and anger.
'Mr. Hardacre is ready to see you
said the dapper little man.
Willis stepped quietly into the pl
vate office He saw his uncle at han,
some roll-top desk and glaring at hi
from under his shaggy, gray brow
He had square. lean face, with
, termined chin, and his hair was coar
and gray.
"Well, SIR"
} 81 am In search of work." said W
lis, somewhat falteringly; my faith
can't supply me with money for n
last year In college, and unless earn
! can't GO"
That's just what told your moth
: before she married Everett. Now tn
. he has got family Of boys he cal
educate them. But she wouldn't list
to any of my advice
The hot blood surged into VIII
face. He couldn't bear this referen
!. to his Woodworking, noble minded fat
err, who had sacrificed everything
order that his boys might have tn,
Z schooling.
= MY father has done the best
! could" Willis said, hotly, and l ca
i listen to anything against him. If v
r have nothing l can do" and WI
a turned and started toward the Dc
n with his shoulders thrown back.
> '"There, there" said his uncle, W
J. the trace Of grim smile curling
e. lips; 'we'll let that drop. You say y
,r want work-what can you dog"
RS I'm just out of college" Willis sa
ie "and III have to do most anythin.
l. can get to do"
|. Il suppose you are well up in ten
" and football and leaping the pole. a
10 all that sort of thing"
n "Yes, SIR" responded Willis, TEN
in ed again to turn and leave the room
is We'll. don't happen to have any
ae those things In my business.
lis know I'm not engaged in the manuf
Y, ture and sale of lumber. It's very |
IS saic-you can't wear white trousei
IL might get soiled."
Willis kept his temper, although
cry one of his uncle's words stung
al to the quick.
az 81 understand all that" he said, I"
SD l am willing to do anything from VIC
~ saving up that will enable me to S
W. a little money"
"a Wood saving. ehT' said Jud
ay Hardacre. and the grim smile az
curled his lips. Let me see y
AZ hands,"
Z" Willis held out his hands-they v
70 certainly rather small and white,
Al though tennis playing had worn
~, hard callouses on the right palm.
a "a Il thought So" said Uncle Jud
~ "tennis hands. ehf'
nm They may be soft now, but | as
~ you, Uncle Judson, am not afrai
any kind OF work which viii help
auiSh my courSp"