Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1915-11-16
Potash,P Perlrnutter
and Others
By MONTAGUE GLASS
VI.-JAKIE

copyright. The Frank A. Munsey Col
|rA1HEN Jake Feinberg, at the
| " age Of thirteen, attained bis
| W religious majority, his IA
ther deemed 1t high time
that he should pay for his board and
lodging; hence jake was withdrawn
from the Mangin Street school and
instructed to seek Job. It proved to
be an elusive matter, and every even
Ing he returned to his fathers home
behind the delicatessen store on East
Houston street with the seal Of un-
success on his chubby face.
"VellT' his father interrogated So.'
rowfully Jake shook his head.
"Vodt for schmardt boy are your
his father commented, and Jake chok-
ed down the herring and potato which
formed his evening meal, while his
tears seasoned anew the pungent
viands.
BY the dawn Of the fourth week
jake had roamed the financial dis
trict over and canvassed every Office
in the skyscrapers Of the neighbOr-
hood. "Ain't yer got narten for
young feller ter do?" was the burden
Of his inquiry, and a curt negative was
the only answer.
At length he chanced upon the head
quarters Of the chocolate trust In the
Algonquin building. The boy in the
outer room was asleep with his head
on the desk, and jake deemed 1t best
not to disturb him. He tiptoed into
another office, where q stenographer
sat at her machine, plunged In the
concluding chapters Of romantic nov
el. Thence he passed into third
room, In which an executive meeting
was being held. Gathered around
long table were six directors whom
Mr.. BranscOmb, the second vice presi-
dent, was addressing with impassioned
gestures.
1T is an outrage" he declared, that
these duties should have been levied
OH manufactured chocolate. The goods
were raw material, as appears by the
statements which / have here" He
paused to rummage among the papers
on the table just rs jake opened the
door. Boy" he said sharply, tell
Miss Doty to give you those customs
statements"
Mr.. Branscomb was totally wrapped
up in his argument and had no eyes
for the Identification Of office boys,
while the faculty Of obedience was
strong In Jake. He turned on his heel
without word.
Miss Doty," he cried, "dey want
dem customs statements"
Mechanically and without lifting her
glance from the absorbing page she
handed Jake some yellow sheets Of
paper, which he delivered forthwith to
Mr. Branscomb. In the meantime an
other matter had been moOted, and
Jake stood with the papers in his
hands for some moments, until there
was q lull in the general conversation.
"Go over to 200 Exchange place."
said one of the directors, "and ask Mr..
Eckhardt II he will be good enough to
step around for few moments"
Jake laid the statements on the
desk and was of In q flash. He re-
turned a few minutes later, before the
legitimate incumbent whose duties he
had usurped had awakened from his
nap, and repaired Immediately to the
directors room.
"He amt In, sir" he announced.
Miss Doty, who had concluded the last
exciting chapter Of her novel, follow
ed him into the room and arrived In
time to hear him deliver his message.
"All right" Mr.. Branscomb said;
"get Henry Carr on the phone"
Miss Doty preceded him from the
room, and as soon as he crossed the
threshold she clutched him by the
shoulder.
"What are you doing here" she
asked.
"Leggo," jake cried; "I'm woikin'
herep'
'since whenr
"De big guy gimme de job" be No
piled.
"whos thatr' she continued. MI.
BranscombT
"Yeh," said Jake, "Mr. Branscomb
OATS de wan"
when did all this happenT' Miss
Doty insisted.
Gust nowr Jake cried, and in the
midst Of further colloQuy Mr.. Brans
comb burst out Of the directors room
"Well," he demanded. why don't you
get Mr.. Carr on the wireT Miss Doty
rushed to obey her employer, who held
out 30 cents to Jake.
'-Go downstairs and get me three
cigars" he said. Tell the man they're
for me. He'll know"
Jake took the money and descended
to the lower hall.
Gimme tree seegars for Mr.. Brans-
comb" he said to the man behind the
counter. The tobacconist handed him
three cigars with elaborate gold bands
and pocketed the fifty cent piece which
jake placed on top Of the showcase.
jake held the cigars gingerly In his
left hand, but made no movement to-
ward leaving.
what are you waiting for" the
man asked.
jake laughed raucously. Say" he
said, "wot yer tryiR ter do, kid met
Don't get no changer
"You certainly do not" the salesman
replied emphatically.
"G'wan. give yer half dollar,
didn't r. Jake rejoined. "seegars
don't cost tree for 90 cents"