Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1915-06-03
PROVING IT TO "POP'
Copyright, 1915. by w. @. Chapman
BY GEORGE MUNsoN.

Inc Benlhl ncLOr-mhnhBeE nhu bcoIo
OF Offices in different cities, but, Of
course. New York was his headquar-
tiers. There some dozen young men
arranged his numerous affairs, re-
drafted plays, shooed on fair appli-
cants and, In the interim Of their du-
ties, bitten by the strange, Unsuitable
stage lust, begged the kindly old man
to try them out at the same salary to
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 q
pathetic scrawl from Mrs. Robertson
indicated that he was in the hospital.
Sure! Pay him each week till he
gets WE'LL" said Garrison to the cash
Ter. His wife writes she'll be down
each Saturday to collect. Pay her
when she comes in"
E Promptly at noon on Saturday a
plump, fluffy-haired little blonde pre-
scented herself at the cashiers desk.
She wrote her receipt in a 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! I beg your pardon,
madam" said Garrison. How is your
husband? Doing well1 I'm glad Of
that. Tell him his desks waiting for
him as soon as he's back again"
Nice little woman" he commented
to the cashier. Il didn't know Robert
son was married, come to think Of It.
II had wife like that ibid go on
my head"
Every week for a month little Mrs.
Robertson duly appeared at the cash
ier's window promptly at twelve on
Saturday, received the money and
signed for 1t.
On the. fifth Saturday she did not
appear. But in the afternoon there
appeared, in place Of her, a slim and
rather tall brunette. She made her
way to the cashiers window.
81 have come for my husbands
money" she announced.
"Eh?" asked the cashier.
my name is Flora Robertson, and
there's FIVE weeks pay coming" she
snapped.
Pop happened to be passing through.
and he came up at the sound Of the
woman's excited tones. The cashier
left his cage.
This lady says she is Mrs. Robert
son, and she wants five weeks sal
ary," said the cashier.
Pop had weathered many a crisis,
and his nerve did not desert him now.
"Pay Mrs. Robertson by all means"
he said, addressing the angry woman
"And how is your husband? Better,
/ hopc?" he continued.
81 hope So AS well as he deserves
to be, anyway" answered wife No. 2.
do you know what was the matter
with him."
"Ap.appendicitis, I. understood"
stammered Pop Garrison, striving to
retain his self-control.
Nope. Bad temper It went to his
insides," she returned. Say, young
man, you hand out that money before
this gink has time to change his
mind" she added to the cashier.
And, clasping her money to her Boz
som, she stalked out of the Office, leav-
ing the two men flabbergasted.
well, I'm" said Pop.
Ditto here" returned the other.
What am to charge 1t to-overhead,
Mr.. Carlson"
mo. Put it down to petty cash." re-
turned the old actor-manager. Lord,
II l hadn't been a boy myself once
but it's too bad, too bad!"
And Pops head dropped mournfully
as he went back into his den, and he
refused to see anybody at all during
the remainder of the day.
On the Monday morning, bright and
early, Joe Robertson was at his desk.
He had been there about half minute
when the cashier came up to him.
1.-THE old man wants to see you,
joe" he said. Say, you'd best fix up
some sort of explanation in your mind,
old man."
Joe, looking pretty we'll scared,
went into Garrison's den. The old
man rose up and looked at him with
D heavy paternal air.
81 wouldn't have thought 1t Of you'
Joe," he said, shaking his head.
Joe Robertson pulled hundred and
twenty-five dollars from his right-hand
trousers pocket. Then he pulled
hundred and twenty-five from his left
hand trousers pocket. He slammed
he whole sum down on the desk I'M
der Pops eyes. Pop stared at the
money, made a grab for 1t, and put 1t
down.
Joe chuckled. "Ain't l the best fe-
male impersonator you've ever seen?"
he asked. SAY, Mr.. Garrison, blondy
was me. And brunette was me also.
IN not married-but hope to be
when you give me that job as a fe-