The Somerset reporter. [volume] (Skowhegan, Me.) 1868-1909, 1902-10-09

top to bottom In that hour. He intro
duced himself to every man in the
of each. A thinly yelled compliment
here. well told bit of his newspaper
experience there, made every man his
fs4end.
When ne reached the office, Mr.. Jack
son was gone, but on Dawson's desk
reposed a note.
We'll" he said, 81 guess it's up TO
me. l supposed from the way the old
man acted that he was going to keep
me, but he concluded that he could
write better than he talked after all,
and here is where-woww
Dawson had opened the envelope,
and the last exclamation was caused
by the following:
Mr.. Dawson-You have intruded your
self into this office and showed my niger
("put that n-i-g-g-e-r" Mr.. jackson had
said to the stenographeD into the closet.
You have also made yourself familiar
without any warrant or direction with
my whole store You are retained at q
salary, to begin with, of 5000 per year.
EBEN JACKSON.
All this had happened a year ago.
Now the old man was furious. He ar
rived at the store fifteen minutes early
and cursed every man in the place
black and blue
Dawson's first duty In the morning
consisted of sorting and opening the
mail, and he had SO arranged matters
with the postman as to meet him at
the door, taking the mail to his desk
himself. That caused him to be ready
for business as soon as there was any
thing doing. He followed his plan
this morning.
Good morning, Mr.. Jackson he
said cheerlly as he took his seat. This
is certainly fine day"
There came a gurgle from the old
mans throat not unlike column of
water through a pipe too small. For
funerals" he at last managed to say.
Dawson was used to this and con-
tinued to sort the mail. Finally he
took the personal ones across the room
and laid them on Mr.. Jackson's desk.
Thomas" the boss said, take a
seat. l want to hold a heart to heart
conversation with you"
Here's where l get it," sighed the
boy.
my daughter" - Dawson started =
"has told me that you have proposed
marriage to her and that she has &C.
cepted you. Is that true"
II never dispute the word of wom-
an, sir"
Mr.. Jackson had been holding In
pretty we'll, but this was too much
do you mean to tell me that you
have dared Thus far he got and
choked. Sput, sput, sputter came from
his throat until Dawson said:
Pardon me, sir, but some day that
fit will kill you"
The proprietor of millions sank in
his chair before this beardless boy.
81 want you to CO. sir! This instant
you leave my employ! Col"
Certainly. SIR" was the reply. "But
before l go"-here he reached behind
his desk and produced the same rope
with which he had tied Dolefulness-
"just minute"
He grasped Mr.. jackson by the col
lar, swiftly bound his hands, thrust q
handkerchief into his mouth and an
chored it with one distracted from Mr..
Jacksons pocket, thrust him into the
closet which had proved so useful be-
fore. locked the door. and Mr.. Jackson
heard him whistle.
1t was only an hour that the boss
had to stay in his cooped up jail, but
1t seemed a year He suddenly heard
the whistle again and was ready to
get down on his knees to his unruly
employee when the door suddenly
opened. He happened to be straining
upon it at the time and as conse-
quence fell headlong into the room.
He was quickly released by Dawson.
"That's all right, my boy" faltered
the employer. 81 won't fire you again
not until get corps of policemen"
"That's all right, sir. If you desire
that l go now, will do so; only"-and
he poked his head out of the office
door and brought In the girl who was
at the bottom of the trouble - allow
ne to introduce my wife"
The old man was too full for utter
ance. Finally he reached out and
grasped them by the hand. Pulling
one on each knee, he began to pat them
on the back, while smile of content
ment stole over his face.