The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1898-12-01


q 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 CT
the manager of 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
a few purely accidental errors ana
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 nc
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 a large down.
town restaurant.
Chilson was stupefied. "You cook!"
he exclaimed. "Wlen did you ever
cook, Frank?"
"Didn't you know was chef in the
Murphy house at Siding W" asked
Frank, cheerfu1ly.
they'll get on to you," said Chill
| son. "You're chump to make bluff
If that kind"
I'D be bigger chump to go around
telling people all don't know re-
torted Frank. II know enough for that.
I figure that if go in and keep my
mouth shut and watch things I'll own
that restaurant inside of year."
The next night when Chilson came
home he found his friend smoking a
long stogie with his feet on the window
sill.
"Did you last all day." he asked.
"Up 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 I was
little rusty, and told him he was dead
right. He went out after the break
fast was over and told me to clear up
little. Some of the funkies put me
next, and I did it pretty well. After
awhile the cook came back and the
dinner rush began. Well, 1 went up
in the air. There was more to it than
thought.
"'Where's my lard?' he said pretty
soon looking into a kettle had worked
hard to clean.
II threw that OUT says. Weren't
you through with it? You were fry
ing potatoes in it all morning.
"He caught up cleaver, and 1
thought he was going to throw it at
me, but some orders came in, and he
just threw a bitter look instead.
Il 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, Junk head
ed, lopsided fraud, you DON'T he says.
"You was never nearer the inside of
kitchen than the back doorstep wait
ing for handout in your life.'
"'Then why don't you fire me?' [
says.
"'You're fred he says, and now
get out of here before 1 kick you out
THAT was one case where a bluff
game didn't work." concluded Frank,
''but I see there's a 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
notes. I think I would shine as ill.,
nior partner"
About a week afterward the master
mechanic of the Illinois Central met
the ex-freman and told him to call at
his office. Then he questioned him a
little concerning his experiences since
he had left the company's services, and
finally put him back on his old run.
He has since been promoted to en-
gineer, but only the old men speak of
Ills us ''the dude" He has changed a
great deal.-Chicago Daily Record.