The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1900-01-16

MS SHi BAASC anu JOys
AS fer the deposit" the man added,
indiferently, cts mere formality, in
this case, but you understand that all
employees who handle money have to
give US some sort of security. We gen
orally require guaranty bond, but if
you'll bring us letter of recommends
ton from some responsible party, and
deposit S1o0, you shall have the place"
1t was hard to ask favor of one who
was volunteering so many kindnesses,
and Frank blushed as he took out his
bank book.
live only got ss5 in the savings
bank" he stammered; "but this watch
and chain cost s25. Would you be will
ing TO take them as part Of the Sc
curity?"
"Oh, vel, yes, I'll do it to help you
out" the man said, with some hesita-
ton. get me the money and you may
bring the letter Of recommendation any
day this week"
Frank hurried to the bank and back
again, and handed over the SIS and the
watch and chain.
Consider yourself engaged" the man
said, smi,ingiy. "You may begin work
tomorrow morning at nine. III be
here to show you what to do. Good-by
till then, and good luck to you'll"
The young fellow went home very
happy. he amused himself during the
railroad ride by planning how he would
"crow over" Albert Rose. Rose was
Shaving for five dollars a week. whereas
he, Frank, had been engaged at $751;
Here was proof of what he had always
maintained, that sharp fellow, who
kept his eyes oPen," didn't need to be-
gin at the bottoml
Well primed with questions. he went
early 10 the Office next morning. There
was a surprise in store for him. AS he
opened the door he saw that all the
furniture, scanty enough at the best,
had been removed
While he stood wondering, a youth Of
his own age turued away from a win
dow and came forward. Frank recog-
nized him as the happy young fellow he
had passed on the stairs the day before.
"Helio!" the stranger said. did 5Ir.
Sennette send you?"
'Mr. Sennette?'
Tall man with a scar across his left
cheek" the stranger added, impatient
ly.
HE told me his name was Fair
banks" Frank explained.
The two boys stared at each other.
Finally the stranger said:
II expected to go to work for-him,
whatever his name is, this morning. He
engaged me yesterday as his office
manager"
why, so he did mel" Frank burst out.
The strange young man walked
thoughtfully across the floor, and back
again, before he asked;
did you give him any money!"
Frank nodded.
$50 did l." the other confessed.
''Sold bicycle and shotgun to get a
hundred dollars of security You see.
when 1 first came in, he mistook me for
somebody else and yelled at me about a
'trifirg account of $780, and-and-I
suppose that made an impression on
me-"
sit did on me-" Frank had to admit
ooh, well, it may be all right. Only
-hello!" he exclaimed, as the door was
quietly opened, 'here's Inspector Mar
SHALL"
1t was Franks first meeting with the
big policeman, but the latter smiled at
both boys as if he had knowrthem from
babyhood.
We'll, childrenl" he said, iovia.ly
The word made them vince. IF you
want to see him real bad, you'll find him
at headquarters"
'Alr. Sennette?" asked the strange
youth.
"Mr Fairbanks?" Frank said at the
same instant
Both of EN-" said the policeman
Likewise good many more. But his
real name is Peter jenkins, and he's
number 1913 in the Rogues' Gallery.
He was engaging help in Providence
last month. One of the chumps he en-
gagged hapPenedto meet him getting on
| the midnight Pullman. So Peter has re-
tired from business"
The boys found they had nothing to
say.
Il thought I'd find some more chumps
here" the inspector went on, cheerily,
with broader smile, "Now want you
two to skip right down to headquarters
and identify the man. and tell your
stories to the super.
"Probably"-and the inspectors tone
was serious ard fatherly now, instead
of probably the superb
remind you that you won't ever get
something for nothing-that no man is
ever going to pay you big wages until
you've shown you can earn them"
So the boys went to headquarters, and
in the presence of the grinning rascal
who had swindled them, told their
stories. Before the matter was dropped,
Frank, for one, was heartily sick of his
story. Tie repeated it a second time in
the police court and a. third time in the
superior court. and the Courier printed
it under the heading; "a Few More
Foo,s"-which Frank thought was
pretty hard.
But all this happened three years ago.
And Frank has been working hard and
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