The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1903-10-02

horn and wait for the boss of this es-
tablishment before that air hawk-nosed,
nicket-faced Iniun shall git any COM

horn and wait for the boss OF this es-
tablishment before that air hawk-nosed,
picket-faced Injun shall git any COM
missions out of anything buy, gol
darn him, or any other Of your stuck
up clerks" he shouted as be glared
flercely around the store.
Mr.. johnson, The senior par. .ner, was
in the office. Hearing the disturbance,
be came forward in time to get full
benefit of Farmer Crabtree's remarks.
The clerks all looked unconcerned,
though they felt frightened. Mr..
johnson was severe man.
"You asked for me, sir?"
"Be you Mr.. Johnson?"
II am"
"Then gimme that devils darnin'
needle"
He took out his old wallet, removed
five crisp $lOO bills and handed them
to the astonished Mr.. johnson. Then
be addressed the public general:
II don't wear clowns pants, nor a
shade hat that cost $75, but l pay for
my clothes when 1 get 'em, and don't
have to stand behind a counter and
sass folks for no $40 week."
The "Injun" did not reply. Farmer
Crabtree had made two shrewd guesses.
"1'll take receipt for that, if it's
all the same to you, mister" he said
to Mr.. johnson, who was putting the
dragon fly in a white satin case.
"Is there anything else can do for
you?" Mr.. johnson inquired as be
handed the receipt and the package to
Mr.. Crabtree.
"Well, yes, there is, If you'll come
upstairs a minute" They stepped
into the elevator together.
"You've got one good clerk in this
store, and 1 tell you, Mr.. johnson,
good clerks count in your business.
There she is over there dustin that
hidjis idol" he continued, after the
elevator bad stopped at the third floor.
"Take this dimon' bug over there and
tell her relative by the ties Of human
kindness sent it to her,"-his eyes
glistened-"Ill stand out of the way
so can see her face when she opens
the gimcrack," he ordered.
"Down?" asked the elevator boy.
"Yes; wait minute"
Mr.. johnson entered into the spirit
of the gift and went quickly to No. AZ,
who looked startled for an instant, but
he gave her Farmer Crabtree's mess
age and the box.
"For me, from that dear old gentle
man who bought the bronze?" the
eager listener standing in the waiting
elevator heard her exclaim. Then
came shrek of delight as she opened
the box and snatched the glorious
"bug" from it's satin case and hugged
it to her bosom.
30! you darling; you are too pretty
for me-" she cried, as the tears of graft
tude sprang to her eyes. "Is he down
stairs?" she asked Mr.. johnson rather
incoherently.
"Look toward the elevator"
The girl darted forward to thank
her benefactor, but he commanded
"Let her go, boy, never mind me- and
the elevator shot down.
"Some folks do things after they're
dead and buried, but do 'em while
I'm on top O. ground, SOS to git some
of the fun" he chuckled to himself as
he walked quickly out of the store.
"What Cinthy don't know she cant
jaw bout
Mr.. johnson went to the Office.
"Miss Williams (No. 42's) pay is to
be raised IS week, and she is to be
given full charge of the third floor"
he told the bookkeeper.-Euamgezine
c. Merritt, in St. Paul Dispatch.