Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-10-15
THEEVENNGSTORY.
His Place.
His Place.
Copyright. 1913, by W. werner.


Hart Brenz wiped the perspiration
from his face With the bac, of a big.
grirny hand, picked up his dinner pail
and started of. Behind him a gang OF
Italians, Dutch. Swedes and Danes, with
a scattering of Americans, gazed ser
rowfuHy. Hart was their one best choice
for foreman. and they would never see
another like him. But corncob pipes are
a solace for the loss of even favorite
foreman. so they picked up their dinner
pals. pulled at their pipes, abandoned
the mortar and lumber as the last echoes
of the $50 whistle for closing died away,
and wendell their way homeward or
saIoonward. according to their DISPOSE
tons.
Hart went home rapidly. There were
many things that he must do before
bed time that night-take a bath. shave
manicure his mortar spoiled finger nails
and lay out his best black suit and
clean high collar and a plated bosomed
shirt The next morning Hart would De
installed as a floorwalker in Ben de
partment store. Never again foreman OF
stout healthy gang of carpenters Inc
change was not of his seeh at .wore
had objected, protested, almost s"ore;
But Mabel Green, whom Hart wanted
to marry that winter. had brought II
about Mabel had curly auburn hair,
lovely big blue eyes, and s1naii Iose
upturned by nature. It's UP aiinost
touched her eyebrows when she thougnt
of her future husband bosslng a gang
of laboring men.
Please get something else to do she
had begged and then. ordered
But that's all l know now, i1af.
cried in surprise. Boss men,
who wear collars My uncle is friend
of the manager of Bells department.
store. He'll get you place as iloor-
walker"
What, .roared Hart. and sat up so
straight in the hammock that Mabel by
his side almost lost her balance ana
tumbled out. I'll pare potatoes IN
restaurant first. Me cooped up all DAY
in store. talking polite to old iaoles
that can't find the notions counter. NOT
on your life! I'd be worse than a<ouh-
blebee in mess of house flies
Nevertheless Mabel. by dint of much
persistency, pleading and an occasional
spell of tears, had her way. The uncle
used his influence; the manager. doubt
full at first yielded when he learned that
Hart had spent two years at snlalI
jerkwater college and could read and
write and knew the difference between
charge and cash account
So Hart, after dreaming uncomfort-
ably all night that he was locked In
cage, put on his black suit and was
installed in the three north aisles of
Bells basement. His territory included
gloves veils notions and infants goods.
His face was red. he walked to and
fro like tiger in circus wagon. Once
he looked in a mirror and saw himself.
He had never before realized how broad
his shoulders were. Thereafter he avoid
ed mirrors. And it was warm day.
Working in the open, Hart had never
considered weather of much account.
When it was warm one perspred freely;
when it was cold one worked harder
to keep warm. That was all He had
the big, deep lungs that laugh at tenn
perature. But he learned that warm
weather outdoors and warm weather in
close. humid, crowded basement are
two different things. Hart actually
painted and felt his lungs press hard
against his ribs in suffocation.
Eyes, ma'am," he was saying, YEARLY,
1.-The notions counter is one aisle over.
Yes'm think they have pale blue gar