The citizen. (Honesdale, Pa.) 1908-1914, 1911-06-16

~ aware tndJ lne great nnsncler l--u
wheeled his chair about and WAS
watching with curious intentness.
After awhile when business had
quieted down the financier beckoned
the bookkeeper into the private Office,
and as the gratified Bray paused be-
fore him Penworth asked:
"How long have you been with Mr..
Dicksonr'
"Ten years." stammered Bray ex-
citedly.
"And l suppose you are satisfied
with your position?"
"VNell-not exactly. sir. You see,
there is no chance for advancement"
"H'm-I can imagine not-here''
"How much is Dickson paying YOU
now" demanded ]. Augustus Pen
worth.
Fifteen hundred sir
an give you three thousand snap
ped out Penworth. II like your looks,
and you're just the sort Of chap I'd
like to have around-young. active and
businesslike. What do you say"
Bray gasped. "Why, yes, sir-thank
you, sirl shall be delighted'- he
suffered.
Can you come to me tomorrow"
asked Penworth.
The bookkeeper hesitated a brief in
slant, then: "Yes, sir, I will come to-
| morrow. OF course Mr.. Dickson could
not expect me to refuse such an ex
cellent Offer" he said refectively.
"Of course not-even if you have
been with him ten years." reioined
Penworth grimly. Now, Mr.-er"-
"Bray-Harry Bray, sir"
"Mr. Bray suppose you sit right
down and pen a letter of resignation
| to Mr. Dickson. 1 like to have these
| matters cleared up as go along, other
wise I'm apt to forget them. If you
resign now I can put you right into
our main Office here to fill an impor-
tant vacancy. There are writing ma
| terials here on this small table,"
The bookkeeper sat down and nerv
ously indited a brief epistle to his en-
| ployer, in which he formally resigned
| his position, stating his reasons for
| doing so and generously waiving all
| salary due him in lieu of longer notice.
| This he closed in an envelope which he
| sealed and addressed. Mr.. Penworth
| held out his hand for it and regarded
the envelope with thoughtful smile.
"Now that's settled" he said, 81
suppose you'll want to settle up your
| books, Mr.. Bray. I'm rather impressed
with the rapidity with which that
young woman out there operates her
| machine. Now, I'm in need of Just
such an expert stenographer, and while
l suppose it doesn't look exactly
square to take Dickson's help away
from limits all in the business and
I pay my people well. Send her to me-
will you?'
Miss Porter was fattered and charm
ed to accept a position in the luXurl-
ously appointed offices of Penworth &
Co. at double her present salary. Soon
er or later ability will meet with its
proper reward, she told herself, while
she was writing her letter of instant
resignation at Penworth's dictatiOn
He held the two letters in his hand
and regarded them thoughtfully.
Jimmy dropped forlornly when he
heard the whispered condolences of the
other He had not read From Office
Boy to Millionaire" for nothing, and
here was his chance to rise. j. Angus
tus Penworth was pushing people
along on the upward path. Why could
not honest Jimmy Lee be among the
risers?
That was how it happened that he
| approached the great man and respect
fully asked for job as Office boy, an.
he got it. Twice the salary he had
been receiving caused his eyes to spar
Ele ioyously. Mr.. Penworth had iuS+
told him that he could write a letter
of resignation when there was the
sound of rapid footsteps in the corli-
dor outside.
Instantly the millionaire leaped to
his feet, and Bray and Miss Porter,
who were in the line of vision, saw
through the letter slot into Dickson's
closed and locked desk, and they ex-
changed glances of satisfaction.
The outer door opened, and there
was the sound of footballs. ]. Angus
tus Penworth thrust aside the startled
Jimmy and darted behind the tall
desk, where he crouched as If in fear
~. Augustus Penworth? Let's have
look at him." said a gruff voice, and
two dark forms filled the doorway of
the private office before they discov-
cred the millionaire and pounced upon
him just in time to wrest revolver
from his hand.
mo, you don't, Mr.. Mike Hennes-
sey, alias The Farmer, wanted for
forgery and so forth! We tracked you
to this building, and we've raked ey-
cry office with a fine toothed comb till
we come to the thirteenth floor Say,
Mike, this number thirteen 8 an un-
lucky number for you all right"
The detectives laughed as they hand
cuffed their prisoner, and the other
asked, with humorous wink: 81. Au-
gustus Penworth, are you moving in
high financial circles, eh? What kind