The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1903-09-04
BOY WANTED
Must Come Wen Recommended.


Must Come Well Recommended.
Adrian stopped and read II. then en-
tered the place. II happened to be
a candy factory, and It employed a
hundred girls. To Adrans en-
barrassed eyes they counted double
that number He had climbed to the
top floor where they worked In the big
room, and they all stared at him. He
addressed one who seemed to be fore
woman.
you advertise in the window for a
boy!"
The girl laughed. then said to the
one nearest her: Tell the boss there's
a boy here" Then to Adrian: "Have
you brought references from your last
placer"
Il will answer those questions to
the right person" he answered with
a grave dignity which had a good effect
on the girls. They stopped giggling
and staring to resume their work.
Adrian was both surprised and
pleased when he saw in the boss" a
young man Of his own age. who In his
turn asked where was the boy" and
on Abrams application for the place
took him off at once to the board den
he called his Office. There, with the
freemasonry of youth and comrade-
ship, the two exchanged condolences,
and the boss Of the candy factory said:
1T really seems quite providential
the way you drifted in here. l have
a chance to 80 railroading, and as soon
as you master the situation you can
have my place. It's a windfall for us
both"
What am to learn?" asked Adrian
with some anxiety
TO pay the girls and keep their time
The candy boilers are in another build
| ing and have a foreman It isn't too
easy to make ell those young things
mind and keep their good will, but you
must be firm and dignified as a parson.
The man who owns the business is an
eastern man, and you must make your
report every week to him. His family
spend their summers here, and his
daughter, with some of her friends,
was here just before you came"
ooh, was she driving?" asked Adrian.
Eyes. Then you have seen her?
Isn't she a picture? l tell you, the
girls up her adore her Mabelle Ora
ham, that's her name, but she's Miss
Graham to us. Sweet as she looks,
she stands you Gifts a way she has"
A month later Adrian Leonard was
| boss of the Albion candy factory, and
the novelty of the position held him
like a charm. Something else held
him. He knew the lady of his dreams
to whom he had lifted his hat on that
first day of his new life, and he had
hung his head in shame when she had
asked him what he had accomplished
in his first quarter-century of existence.
But he had honestly told her Of his
wasted opportunities, laying the blame
where it belonged-on himself.
When young Ford, the former boss
of the candy factory, gave his position
over to Leonard he had also given him
some good advice.
Buy a dog and gun and keep out in
the open. No Princeton graduate
should have muscles as soft as yours.
Expand, man, expand. The air of the
west is a wonderful tonic"
He had followed Fords advice and
gained fifteen pounds. His work as
superintendent of the factory gave
satisfaction to his employer and to
himself, but he looked forward to the
higher position promised by Ford, to
which this present one was stepping
stone. He sent letters home with the
stamp of the candy firm on the paper.
His father suggested the use Of blank
envelopes in future.
NO" he wrote back, 'I am not
ashamed of a business that has made a
man of me, if my friends are they
must drop me, that's all. That was
his first step toward the higher life.
And one morning a. few months later
he received the coveted intelligence
that a position in railroad service was
to be offered him. He sat with Ford's
cheerful letter in his hand, and, look
ing over the great floor Of the factory
where the neat, smiling girls were at
tentively pursuing their work, he
wondered if he was sorry to leave
them. They had become his royal sub
jects, and she, Mabelle Graham, was
his friend. But for her sake he wanted