The Richfield recorder. (Richfield, Idaho) 1909-1931, 1911-07-20
Suppositiously
Propounded

and swarthy complexion. COMM
from lunch. one summer day, he steI
ped gingerly across the dusty cobble
stones, lodged a ponderous electro
truck, was warned OF the street ca
track by the changing Of a gong. made
a detour to pass a stationary automo
bile. pulled open a brass-bound, bef
eled glass door and mounted the fighi
of steps that led to the main floor o.
the bank. On reaching his department
Edwards sauntered to his desk.
Hello, bunch" he called, in ~lifeless
tones to several young men who were
grouped around an adding machine.
Tommy Belts, the diminutive head
of the department. glanced up with an
expression on his face that was a
c%aricature of wrath and called across
the intervening desks. stools and bas-
kets.
why don't you go to bed nights,
Edwards? Your mistakes are balliRg up
the work of the entire department
exploded Tommy. Come around here
and take a squint at line 10. 1t don't
balance by a mile"
Edwards glanced ecroes the sheet
and made a mental calcl4ation.
Il guess | was asleep at the switch,
fellows" he said, and smiled sweetly.
Leave the statement with me-" he
urged. "I1l fix it. l say. one minute.
Tommy" he called, as the department
head drifted off with the others. I'D
like to ask you a question. Do you
think If q fellow getting only $50 a
month got married that re and the
girl could get along all right?"
"Of course. it depends a good deal
On the fellow and the girl. You
couldn't wear Sc tailor made suits
and p~atentleather shoes as you do
now. If the girls sensible, there's no
reason why you shouldn't get along
all right. A number of the fellows l
know were married on less than $50,
and they're getting along fine"
You don't say So" Jack murmured
1ubilantly.
Miss Mabel Marsh ran a compto-
meter and was an impc. ant cog IN
the machine that ground cut the work
of the bank. The young clerks vowed
her end of the room a delightful place
to work and the little bell boys who,
sat on the polished benches down
stairs and jumped to answer the call
of the officers openly adored her.
Say, Belle, what kind OF a question
do you suppose the Jap asked me q
few minutes ago." inquired Tommy,
as he fingered a long, white ps per
tape crowded with figures.
How shouin / know? Why don't
you tell me?"
HE wanted to know If l thought a
young man could support a wife on
$50 a month"
"What'd o say to him."
THAT thought it depended a great
deal on the young couple themselves.
! explained he'd have to economical
The delightful thing about 1t is"
declared Miss Marsh, flushing until
her pretty face was as red as a peony,
that the girl the Jap picks out will
be sure to care enough for him to do
her share INN making it easy sled
After leaving Miss Marsh running
her machine at a great pace, which
slackened the moment he was out of
sight, Tommy made his way back to
his W department, stopping at
Jacks desk.
Say, Jap. l was Just Ginning with
Marsh. l told her about that
tool question o. asked me-"
Cant you keep a secret?" grum-
oled the Jap.
Didn't know 1t was one." Tommy
explained.
"Wnat'd she say?" asked Jack.
"She said she felt sure any girl you
picked out would care enough for you
o."
did she say that?" cried Jack. his
ace wreathed in smiles.
That Wednesday night the Jap
on his sweetheart, but 1t was
until be was ready to leave that
le mustered up courage to say what
he girl had instinctively felt all
through the evening he had come to
ell her.
Jack leaned forward in his chair
nd bent an earnest gaze on the
Dung woman who sat across from
i'm, her hands folded In her lap, her
yes studying the pattern In the rug
n the floor.
Belle. I'd like to ask Won a ques-
he said. do you think--I say,
|elle, do you think"
why, of course l do" she admit
ed. and her dimple played havoc with
he Jap's heart.
that a fellow who is getting
My $50 a month could get along all
Ight II he got married."
I'm sure l can't say. Jack" she
aid, you see. | don't know the two !
ersons most concerned, and II have
o way Of Judging" She stopped.
well. suppose"
Belle. Marsh Strengthened In her
nair. DO you think it fair, Jack. to
me to answer a question having to
with a suppositious case like that?"
Jack hung his head for a momant /