The Birmingham age-herald., 1909-08-08

From the Boston Post.
 H. Wilbur Dickson leisurely sauntered into his fathers wel-appointed office with a self-compaisant air of being well dressed and of some importance in the world.
 Young manr cried his fathe- 'tern- ly. you are exactly 10 minuo late. Where have you been-give an account of yourself
 Well, you see, father, I felt a little tired from the ball last night" answered the young man, falteringly.
 Tired nothing. You're lazy, yes down. right lazy; that's what's the matter with you. l asked you to be here promptly at o'clocy. but we shall let 1t pass this time. And now this is the morn- ing you begin in my office, I'll give you something to do.'
 Here, add this column of iguresi'- it was what he used to test the accuracy of applicants for work.
 Here's the answer, dad" and Wilbur showed the book toward his father.
 ''Ypu ref away off. nearly hundred. I'll have to start you in at the bottom Re- port to Jobson at the warehouse tomor- row morning at '. He needs a couple of strong men to wrestle boxes around. 1 Maybe your football training will do you some good there.
 But. father. whatll I co with my col lege training; shall it be wasted in a warehouse?"
 Wasted Wasted. Why what does 1t amount to? You can't spell correctly Every letter you wrote while in college contained words mispelled. So I think I'll give you a taste Of what I had to undergo"
 Father. if you can't give me a trial in the office I'll not work here at all but will strike out TOT myself. And anyway, I don't think 1t is my voca- tion."
 "All right. strike out for yourself and see how soon you'll starve to death," and MT. Dickson, the great manufactur- CT, resolutely turned to his work as If there was nothing more to be said on the subject. Beneath his harsh exterior he was kind and good, and he cherished a paternal affection, but 1t was never lavished on his easy-going son.
 H. Wilbur went home and acquainted his mother with the facts. and she. kind, loving soul, thrust large roll of bills into his haHds as he left.
 The west always had an attraction for young Dickson, and he boarded a train. Why he purchased the ticket no further than a little town in Kansas was not ap- parent to him then, but it came to him
  tiny
 The sun illuminated the heavens with a lurid glare as he pedestrianed in the direction of ranch buildings just visible on the horizon.
 Hey, there, young feller, are ye looltin' fer somethn' to do? If you are, just hop into this saddle an make yourself ginnerally useful stead of ornamental!' and H. Wilbur looked around and saw
 4utl -l.- T leading another
 The call of the wild was In his blood and he leaped on the pony's back. This way. young feller. I got lot of cattle I want to round up," and the little man started o: at a merry gallop. At the scene of the roundup Wilbur saw a young woman in the thick of the cattle He noticed that she sat upon her pony with a grace that was charming to the eye. There was a dainty feminine dash about her which caused Wilbur's heart to beat very fast. The girl, too perceived with what skill Dickson rode the broncho and her heart thrilled with new, strange feeling.
 After the roundup they went to the house and during the ride Wilbur found exquisite pleasure in the girls company she was different from the others. When MT. Collins, the ranchman, came in he said to Wilbur: Say be ye goin to stay round here? I need couple of hands, an if ye want a job Jist git outside of that there billed shirt and I'll put ye to work mighty quick" H. Wilbur looked at Zanetta Collins she looked at him, and that glance de- cided him instantly and he began life as a cowboy on the B. F. H. ranch. He was happy-free as the sunshine and the country itself. The young people spent whole days together. and they were days of bliss such as Dickson had never ex- pected to enjoy. Miss Collins was a grad uate of an eastern seminary and was a 1 comrade and companion in every sense | of the word.
 One day Wilbur took a claim known as ''rhe Forsaken 200" and soon everything was in a fiourishing condition. Several years passed. Wilbur had just returned from taking a big bunch of cat | tie to Chicago, and was expected at the Collins ranch any minute. When MT. Collins saw him coming he hurried out to meet him. Say, Billy Che always called him | that. there's an old codger in the front room. an he's as mad as a hornet He asked me who was living on the For | saken 200 but I wouldn't tell. He said | he'd put the party out quicker than they went on. Be little careful for the 1 old duffer is mad clean throuTN.' They went into the house and William ! spied an excited old man sitting near the