The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1915-05-04
PRoVIAe IT TO "PoP'
BY GEORGE MUNS0N.

The genial actor-manager had scor
OF Offices in different cities, but, o
course, New York was his headqual
tiers. There some dozen young mel
arranged his numerous affairs, re
drafted plays, shooed off fair appll
cants and, in the interim of their du
ties, bitten by the strange, Unsuitable
stage lust begged the kindly old maj
to try them out at the same salary tt
start
Robertson had been the most per
sistent. Perhaps he might in time
have worried Pop" Garrison to give
him a walking part: but he came
down with appendicitis. and one morn
ing his desk was empty. and only a
pathetic scrawl from Mrs. Robertson
indicated that he was in the hospital.
Sure. Pay him each week till he
gets well" said Garrison to the cash
Ter. His wife writes she'll be down
each Saturday to collect. Pay her
when she comes in"
Promptly at noon on Saturday a
plump. fluffy-haired little blonde pre-
sented herself at the cashiers desk.
She wrote her receipt In laborious
hand and took her twenty-five dollars
gratefully.
Hello. How did you get in here?
We don't want any ladies in any
thing" sung out Pop Garrison.
I'm Edna Robertson" said the lit
tie woman demurely. my husband"
Good lord. beg your pardon,
madam" said Garrison How is your
husband? Doing well? I'm glad of
hat. Tell him his desks waiting for
him as soon as he's back again"
Nice little woman" he commented
o the cashier. Il didn't know Robert
ION was married, come to think of it.
I had wife like that Id-Fd go of
ny head"
Every week for a month little Mrs. |
robertson duly appeared at the cash
er's window promptly at twelve on I
saturday received the money and |
igned for it
On the fifth Saturday she did not
ppear. But in the afternoon there
ppeared. in place of her, a slim and
ather tall brunette She made her
'ay to the cashiers window
i have come for my husbands
honey" she announced.
"Eh?" asked the cashier
MY name is Flora Robertson, and
here's five weeks pay coming" she
tapped
Pop happened to be passing through,
I'd he came up at the sound of the
excited tones. The cashier
1T his cage. !
This lady says she is Mrs. Robert. :
n. and she wants five weeks sal. .
y" said the cashier. /.
Pop had weathered many a crisis,
ID his nerve did not desert him now. !
Pay Mrs. Robertson by all MEANS"
said, addressing the angry woman. I
nd how is your husband? Better. 4
lopez" he continued.
4 hope SO. AS well as he deserves
be. anyway" answered wife No. 2.
o you know what was the matter I
tn him." I
'Ap-appendicitis, / understood. 4
mmered Pop Garrison, striving to I
ain his selfcontrol i
Nope. Bad temper. 1t went to his 8
ides, she returned. Say. Young 4
n, you hand out that money before /
gink has time to change his +
H. she added to the cashier /
Ind. clasping her money to her bo. T,
!, she stalked out of .he office, leav. /,
the two men fiabbergasted. z,
Well, I'm" said Pop. g.
lltto here" returned the other. T.,
nat am to charge it to-overhead J.
Carlson" &.
NO. Put 1t down to petty cash. re. 81
led the old actormanager. IL ord ID
hadnt been a boy myself once ID
us too bad, too bad!" I'd
I'd Pops head dropped mournfullv ID
10 went back into his den, and he ID
sed to see anybody at all during ~
remainder of the day. ~
the Monday morning bright and NJ
y Joe Robertson was at his desk r.
'aa oeen there about half minute III
4 the cashier came up to him II
ne old man wants to coo ro, ~
ne said Say. you'd best fix nm e
sort OF explanation in your mind -
nan" 'nu' -
,, looking pretty well scarad s~
into Garrison's den. The old
rose up and looked at him with
avy paternal air.
wouldn't have thought II Of Won
ne said, shaking his head
robertson pulled a hundred and
,y-hve dollars from his right.hand
ers pocket. Then he pulled a
'ed and twenty-five from his LOFT.
trousers pocket He slammed
mole sum down on the desk nm.
ops eyes, Pop stared AT tho
= made grab for it. and nut II
chuckled Amt the hest f.
you've ever SEEM
'ed- Say. Mr. Garrison blondx
ne. And brunette was me also
OF married-but l hope to be
you give me that Job as fe.
at forty per Saw
peat either Of them two into fits
httie girl-a real one, Mr. Gar.
ana her hairs"
at! shouted Pop, and then
sudden access of generosity ba
60 down all the money upon tho
'front.' OF Joe. except two twen.
nich ne thoughtfully pocke,ed
'ere you, were you"
B. answered Joe. 81 was ho,,
Ann a I u,o~