The Tupelo journal., 1907-08-09


Days Work."
glanced in and stole away on tiptoe
Mr.. Bang was busy.
"Ah" cried Bang, suddenly. "a
letter from good old Spears" The
bored look vanished as he read. "A
snapshot of his new boat. By Jove!
she's a beauty, and I'll bet can go
some. The Daisy May was some boat,
but not a patch on this one. He'll
clean up everything on the river.
Must try and get down there before
the seasons over. Guess I'll write
him line now or I'll forget to do it,
and l know he wants my opinion. The
boat certainly is all right-if you can
judge by picture
Mr.. Bang was covering many sheets
Of his letterhead paper when the tele-
phone beside him jingled impera-
lively.
Hello! . . Yes! >. Well find
out who it is before you connect me.
e. . Hello! =. Oh, that you, Emily?
Well? :. No, | can't take you
out to luncheon to-day. Got big deal
on; may not have time to get any
luncheon. . I'll see. Yes, I'll try
and come home early. :. Good-by."
Mr. Bang slammed up the receiver
impatiently. Would Mrs. Bang never
realize what very busy man he was?
He returned to the letter he was
writing and when the assistant man
ager came to the door he went hastily
again, because it was well known that
when Mr. Bang was busy he must not
be intruded upon.
One letter always suggests another
that ought to be written, so Mr. Bang
relieved his conscience by writing
three others.
1t was while Mr.. Bang was lighting
fresh cigar that one or two under
lings ventured into his sanctuary. Mr.
Bang listened to what they had to
say, pursed up his lips, referred them
to the head bookkeeper and the assist
ant manager and studied the lines of
Spears new boat. What he couldn't
understand was why Spears neglected
to give details about the motor He
was speculating as to the horse
power when the man with whom he
had the big deal walked in.
What you got there?" demanded
Spiffins.
Boat" answered Bangs.
ANY speed?"
He doesn't say what she can do,
but he had little shell last year
called the Daisy May that"
"By the way, Bang, I've got my
new runabout outside. I'd like to have
you see what a good motor is. We
can fix that little matter up another
time"
AS Mr.. Bang went out he NUT
tered:
''If anyone wants me, tell 'en to
wait. Won't be gone long"
Anyway it's business" argued Mr..
Bang. Couldn't offend Spiffins by re-
fusing; got to get him as solid as pos
sible on account of that deal."
1t wouldn't be tactful to talk busi-
ness on the ride, SO Mr.. Bang heroical-
ly restrained and chatted on matters
as far removed from the commercial
as possible. Spiffins was interested in
boats and bulldogs, so the time passed
very pleasantly. 1t was about IL
when they stopped before Mr.. Bangs
place of strenuous effort
Sorry you can't come out and eat
with me, Spiffins," said Bang, regret
fully. We could talk over that little
matter"
'Tll drop in around four this after.
noon," interrupted Spiffins.
Back at his desk, Bang found sew
eral typewriter letters that needed
his autograph. He was using his pen
energetically when the phone tinkled.
Hello! i. Yes, this is he.
oh, that you, Cargate? We ship.
ped those goods Saturday. The
last weren't satisfactory? Can't un-
derstand it. Iron castings?
Well, you know what you can do about
it, don't you? i. No, sir, we don't
do that for anybody :. That doesn't
make any difference to us. Eh?
What's that? +. Say, did you? Why,
didn't know you could play such a
good game of golf. Next time |
meet you out there well have a
match! I'm quite little player my.
self. -. guess that's the best score
made this season; when did you dc
It? You ought to be on the team
-. Say, Bill, I'll do what / can about
that matter of which we were just
speaking. OF course, in your case