Carolina watchman. [volume] (Salisbury, N.C.) 1871-1937, 1906-08-22

L IH1nh Nd MI. Nlnton IS TOO par
tlcular for any USE said Mark Car
ney, throwing his cap on a chair and
Fastening to the supper table. "Ey-
erything has to be done his way, and
it's always the longest way, too"
What is the matter, Mark" in
-quired his father, 4 tho tight YOU
liked the place very mucI.."
Il do, papa, but it seems SO un-
reasonable to do things the most
tedious way when it don't matter
how they're done"
Mr.. Winton pays for your time
till 6 O'Clock every evening, and has
a right to say what you shall do and
how. You would not make a good
soldier, Mark, for the first duty OF
an enlisted man is to obey without
questioning. must go to Chicago on
the 7.30 train and haven't time now
TO talk about your work, but You
must give satisfaction if you expect
10 keep the place. Be a good boy
and mind your mother. Remember,
there are four or five boys for every
place, and MI. Winton can easily
find one to fill yours if you don't
suit"
MI. Carney's words set his son to
thinking, and he finished his supper
in silence: but When the evening
lamp shone down on the pile Of
school books he had brought home
with him, Mark broke out again:
81 might have had all these prob
lens worked if nc hadn't been so
particular about his old barrels"
Don't you think it very impolite
TO criticise a gentleman Of sixty"
inquired Mrs. Carney, r~eprovingly.
"A boy Of twelve should know better.
and | was sure my son did till I
heard him at the table this evening"
Well, mamma, he is ~unreasona-
BILE. I don't say that to be impolite,
hat only to let you know how he
makes me work. Every afternoon
this week I've been piling old barrels
in the storeroom when there were
wants them arranged just so. AS if
it made any difference so they're out
of the way, Once or twice a year a
hrckster from a little town comes to
buy them to ship butter and produce
IN. Fred Miller says he's cranky
about everything, and no one can
please him."
WAS Fred in the storeroom? I
thought Mr.. Winton's rules forbade
people sitting around talking to the
clerks"
Gle wasn't inside. He just stood
at the door and talked awhile. Be
sides, Mr.. Winton is out Of town to-
day, and wouldn't have see him if
he had come in, though I didn't ask
him.
Ibid you arrange the barrels as
Mr.. Winton directed?'
"Well, not exactly. He said to
take everything from n side of the
storeroom and pile the barrels in
some boxes there the same height as
the barrels, so 1 let them stay. l
suppose l could have crowded them
closer together, but the stack looks
all right from the outside. He o t
be around when the man loads them
up. so it don't make any difference
1t would have taken another whole
evening to put them in as he said
and he'll think I'm a swift worker
when he gets back and finds it al
done"
What if he asks you about it?'
asked Mrs. Carney. Her sons care
less ways had long been a sourc O
worry to her, and it was in the hope
of having them corrected that she al
lowed him to work in the store. NJ
amount of talking and reasoning hae
been able to convince him OF the dan
ger of forming slipshod habits il
youth.
"No Gear of that" said Mark, con
fidently. i've worked there ST
months, and I don't believe he's beef
in the storeroom more than twice
He's forgotten all about them by thi
time, / suppose"
81 can't see why it makes any diff
ference to you what you do. He pay
for your time, and if he wants yo1
to take six afternoons to put old bar
rels away instead Of three, why, yo'
might as well do it. Was it such
hard task"
mo, easy as anything, but, yo'
see, when I'm in the store waiting TO
-errands to do 1 work my problems TO
the next day. 1 have to sit on
stool at the cashiers desk where tn
clerks can call to me, and sometime
it's fifteen minutes between jobs
Can't you help me q little tonight
mamma? It's s o'clock and I've onl
worked two. They are SC hard an
Yong"
Mark looked up in surprise whe
his mother began swiftly workin
out of the long problems, only say
ing
TT is rather late. You take tn
third, and III try the fourth
1t vas the first time Mrs. Carne
had ever worked out a problem Il
aim, so it was no wonder Mark VIZ