The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1915-02-11
A COMBINATION AFFAIR
BY JOHN EDGERTON.

down his pen, got down from his high
stool, and went quietly toward the Of
fee of Mr. Campion, the new manager.
He knocked timidly at the door.
Come I'M" shouted Campion. "Oh,
it's you Jennings?"
yes, sir" stammered Jennings.
looking at Campion with courage born
of desperation. MIR. Campion, | want
to ask if the firm couldn't let me have
little more than a hundred after this
month I've been here 20 years, sir,
and it's eight years since had my last
increase"
you see, SIR" said Jennings, my
wife has been ordered away for two or
three months and-and it's pretty
hard to keep things going on $25 a
week."
"Sit down, Jennings" said Campion.
countably difficult and for that reason
he began to buster. Jennings, have
! been thinking about you for some
time" he said. 1--WE can't raise you
In fact, it was my intention to ask you
to resign at the end of the month"
Jennings, struck dumb by the blow,
only looked appealingly at Campion.
You'll have to go at the end of the
month";" said Campion. Wen give
you a months salary ahead. And no
doubt you'll fall into another position
very soon-one more suited to you.
Thatll be all, Jennings"
Utterly crushed, Jennings crept
| back to his stool. His mind whrled,
chaos seemed to have opened beneath
his feet. To lose his position, after 20
years service, at forty-tnree! What
could he do? 1t was the most terrible
thing that had ever happened to him.
He said nothing to his wife Mary
and he never discussed Office affairs,
The days flew by. Jennings had
| barely a week at the office where he
| had spent the better part of his work
| ing years. And as he sat on his stool
! thoughts came into his mind that he
| had never known before.
The safe in Campion's office was an
old one. On Saturday nights it con-
| tanned never less than five or six thou
sand dollars, which came in during
| the afternoon, after banking hours.
| 1t would be the simplest matter to
| slip the key of Campion's office from
! its hook in the night watchman's little
| office, open the safe with the old com
| bination, and retire with his booty.
| The idea became an obsession and he
| resolved to put it into execution on
the last Saturday Of the month.
Everything favored his plan. Cam.
! pion had gone away into the country.
At six o'clock Jennings went out
| among the other bookkeepers and
clerks, but, as soon as the last had de-
parted, he turned and made his way
! back, secreting himself in a corner of
| the stenographers' room, where half
| blind old Sykes wo, ia never see him.
Midnight arrived before he crept out
toward the watchman's office. The
key to Campion's room hung by the
| door Old Sykes would sit, dreaming
of the past, behind half-partition of
wood, for hours at a time. In his
stockinged feet Jennings crept up abb
! stracted the key and fled.
He put on his boots again and crept
cautiously toward Campion's office. He
thought he heard a slight noise with
in, and hesitated, but it was not re-
| peated, and, cautiously turning the
key III the door, Jennings entered
A man in a black mask was Kneeling
in front. of the safe, counting pile of
bills.
AT the sight Jennings scheme of
theft was all forgotten He remem-
bered only his long service with the
ence. And this burglar was about to
victimize them.
With a shout Jennings leaped at
the fellow, who, taken off his guard,
staggered back under the other mans
Impetus. Then. seeing that Jennings
was unarmed, he sprang at him in
turn, welding a formidable iron
jimmy, with which he must have pried
open the window that gave on the in
terror yard.
Jennings evaded the blow and
caught the fellows arm. They wrestled
to and fro, Jennings calling for help
loudly His strength was outclassed
by that of the other, for 20 years of
office work does not make for mus
cularity. He knew that once he lost
ap'g h.,
jimmy would descend.
The burglar fought in silence, but in
desperation, too. Jennings heard the
quick tramp of old Sykes feet outside
He put forth all his strength to throw
the other to the floor. But he lost his
grasp and the jimmy, raised, descend
ed with fearful force upon his skull
The last thing Jennings remembered
was seeing Sykes at the door, a pistol
In his hand. The last thing he heard
was the discharge of the weapon
When he opened his eyes, to find
himself in his bed at home, and his
wife beside him, Jennings first
thought waa of the affray.
They got him?' he demanded
feebly.
A tall man rose from the other side
or the bed Jennings, to his amaze
ment, discovered that it was Rothway,
the president
Yes, we got the scoundrel, thanks
to you, jennings" he said. Were
going to put you in his place"