The river press. [volume] (Fort Benton, Mont.) 1880-current, 1908-07-15
was a man who would climb to the
top. and you cast your bread upon the
waters
Shows His Gratitude.

top. and you cast your bread upon the
| waters"
Shows His Gratitude.
Il never had the slightest confidence
In you. and you know it." replied the
woman.
You cast your bread upon the wa
tiers, and now. after the usual number
of days, it is coming back to you. My
dear Madam Jones, l am going to
show you that Major Crofoot knows
what gratitude a l am going to
prove to you that he remembers those
who stood by him in his dark days.
You are here to demand that l pay you
$4S. Let me, my dear woman. make
the check for $4S,OOO."
You don't mean it," she gasped
after looking at him for half a min
ute with her mouth open.
"Mean it: OF course l mean it.
Were you not one of my standbys in
those black days? You evidently have
not heard Of my financial successes.
You came here this morning thinking
to find the same Major Crofoot. Does
it surprise you to hear that I can
draw my check for S., O,OOOT"
But you were cleaning grease spots
off your old frock coat when I came
in, and that doesn't look as If you were
a rich an"
my dear and noble Mrs. Jones, we
all have our little hobbies. Mine is to
still appear as Il poor man. Besides,
I wanted to get my mind of finance
for half an hour. I will nov draw
the check spoken of-that is-let me
see. let me see!"
"What is it?" asked Mrs. Jones.
Il was just wondering a bit. l am
just about to incorporate and float my
nineteenth great and successful enter
prise. You know what corncobs are.
of course?"
II was brought up or a farm"
"Then you know all about them.
You know that ever since corr grew
they have been considered worthless.
Not an animal will touch 'em. Farm
ers haul them off and make bonires of
them"
"Yes."
Organizes jelly Company.
"Well, l have discovered a way to
give them the flavor of the Bartlett
pear. Others had worked at it for
400 years, but four hours from the
time l picked up a cob the problem
was solved. We 0 have the Great
American Guava Jelly company. linn
tied; capital paid in, $1,OOO,OOO. The
stock will start at par and go kiting;
dividends anywhere from so to Is per
cent. l am the president. but the
place Of secretary is yet to be filed.
Do you want it at a salary of $4,000
a year:"
"But l am a very poor writer" re-
piled Mrs. Jones as her heart went
humping.
THAT makes no difference. There
will be no writing to do. You will SIM
ply watch the girls who pour molasses
and saltpeter over the cobs and see
that they waste non We want a
grand and noble secretary. Your sal
airy will be raised every year until it
gets up to a million. What do you
say?"
"Oh, major, Il you mean it,"
Every word Of it, and cobs and all.
That's your bread upon the waters"
And l came here and sassed you
and called you names"!
But they did not come from your
noble heart. You take the place. Your
salary begins tomorrow. Meanwhile
to prove your sincerity you may hand
me So to help pay the expense of the
Incorporation"
"But H. she stammered as she
felt for her purse.
'Not a word Of gratitude out Of you.
my dear Mrs. Jones. I am only too
glad to give you the place. Three dol
lars; that's correct. And now, my no.
bic secretary. as l expect no less than
seven inanciers here before -
O'CLOCK
And the noble Mrs. Jones found her
elf out in the hall and on her way
downstairs, and she had gone a block
before she gave a start Of surprise
and turned back. Major Crofoot had
locked his door and gone to spend
that So in a way to do the most good.
and the boy in the hall winked at the
woman and said it was awfully good
Of her to help the heather along that
way. NJ. QUAD.