The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1898-11-30

\ pOllSuSQ, l. WANT " tell you. he SOlQ
me wardrobe the first thing, and after
ward he sold it for me and held ont 20
Ter cent. commission. Croty was about
the warmest baby in the bunch. and
there was only one bunch. He was GO
ing to star me all the time as long as
my money held out, and then he shook
ME down to third peasant. saw how it
was by that time, but couldn't help
myself for awhile. I hated to go to
playing cornet in the orchestra, but it
was the only thing there was. I've seen
whole lot of country and I've travelled
on tie passes more than 1 expected to.
It's life full of interest, not to say
anxiety is an actors. But think on
consideration I'd about as soon have an
sctive position in the street-clea1 hing
department Are they giving out these
led civil-service tickets this year, Bob,
or can any husky boy get broom?"
"You stay right here with me until
you strike something" said Bob, cor
daily. "I'll do what can for YOU.
You'd better get you some clothes the
first thing"
| For three weeks the convalescent
victim of stage mania diligently an
swered advertisements in person and
by letter, almost invariably to find that
the places that he sought were filled
by the time he made his application
He finally obtained an engagement as
gardener, which he filled for three
days, and then he quit at the request
of his employer, whose orchids he had
pruned close to the root to increase
| their growth. After this episode he
found temporary favor in the eyes OF
the manager of a wholesale grocery
in Wabash avenue, who was taking
stock. At the end of the week he re-
ceived nine dollars and an intimation
that his services were no longer need
ed. That was simply on account of
few purely accidental errors and
omissions. He wanted to turn the nine
dollars over to his friend and benefac-
| tor, but that person, remembering re-
morsefully that he had suggested the
| dramatic career, refused to accept the
money.
The day following the ex-member of
| the profession announced that he had
met one of the best poker-players he
had ever sat down with, but he added
the loss of the nine dollars was not OF
so much consequence, as he had beer
engaged as second cook in large down
town restaurant.
Chilson was stupefied. you a cook!"
he exclaimed. "When did you ever
cook, Frank?"
| H. T ol,of !,
Murphy house at Siding w" asked
Frank, cheerfully.
They'll get on to YOU" said Chill
son. You're chump to make a bluff
Of that kind"
I'D be bigger chump to go around
telling people all 1 don't know" re-
torted Frank. 'Iknow enough for that.
L figure that if 1 go in and keep my
mouth shut and watch things I'll own
that restaurant inside of a year."
The next night when Chilson came
home he found his friend smoking Il
long stogie with his feet on the window
sill.
"Did you last all day?' he asked.
| Cup to three o'clock" replied Frank
81 got along first-rate at the start. The
chief cook seemed to be good fellow
and what he gave me was easy. He
did remark that he supposed was a
little rusty, and told him he was dead
right. He went out aftea"1fe break
fast was over and told me to clear up
little. Some of the fiunkies put me
next, and / did it pretty we'll. After
awhile the cook came back and the
dinner rush began. Well, l went up
in the air. There was more to it than
I thought.
"'Where's my lard?' he said pretty
soon, looking into kettle had worked
hard to clean.
81 threw that OUT says. Weren't
you through with it? You were fry
ing potatoes in 1t all morning.
| HE caught up cleaver, and
thought he was going to throw it at
me, but some orders came in, and he
! just threw bitter look instead.
II thought he was going to over
look the matter, but you ought to have
heard what he said when the rush was
| over.
81 don't seem to satisfy YOU |
says.
| "'No, you thick-fngered, lunk-head-
ed, lopsided fraud, you DON'T he says
"You was never nearer the inside Of
a kitchen than the back doorstep wait
ing for handout in your life
"'Then why don't you fire me?'
says.
You're fired he says, and now
get out of here before l kick you out
THAT was one case where a bluff
game didn't work." concluded Frank,
'but I see there's junior partner in
a mercantile business in a suburban
town wanted this evening. If you'll
lend me the carfare, Bob, I'll go out in
the morning and see if can't get him
to dispense with the capital or take my
| think T in,