The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1915-11-25
FATE'S HANDY man
BY JUNE GALEAU.

| MY uear Chliu, SOOtHeu MIS. DAS-
sci, 'it is one of those things you
must leave to fate. Your father is a
very obstinate man. If he dislikes
the Everetts, why he won't consider
that perhaps Paul is different from
his Objectionable relatives. Somehow,
some day, Jacob will change his mind,
but we cannot force him. l learned
that twenty years ago."
1T is so ridiculous for father to OBJ.
ject," complained Marjorie, for Paul
is-is-well, you know that no sane
person could object to Paul as SON.
in-law!"
Mrs. Bissel pulled the flushed face
down on her shoulder and kissed the
quivering lips.
Take my advice, honey" she muir.
INJURED. Leave the matter to fate
and Paul Everett. He's got grit enough
to win you in spite of Jacob Bissel,
and that is compliment, Marjorie"
Paul Everett received his dismissal
| at the Bissel front door and went back
to his apartment and telephoned to
| Marjorie.
"Ill find way out, sweetheart" he
| promised. He'll beg me to come
around and see him-believe mel"
Two days later Jacob Bissel lounged
in the retiring room Of his favorite
club and talked to his old crony, Peter
Laidlaw.
| Peter was talking about the splen-
did country mansion he was building
down on Long island and he invited
Jacob Bissel to drive down there.
mot another one just like it in the
world" boosted Laidlaw as they mo-
tored down to Bluffton the next day.
| Everett. my architect, is corker-
won't touch a job that doesn't appeal
to him-a regular genius"
Everett, did you say?" demanded
| Bissel sharply.
yes, old Tad Everett's boy-smart
little rascal, too. Wanted to pick his
own college and worked his way
through, by Jove! Born architect and
| has made such success of it that he
| can pick his own customers, too.
Wouldn't make a set of plans for you,
Jacob, if he took notion not to-"
"Pooh!" sneered Jacob Bissel.
Bet you'll" retorted Peter Laidlaw,
and so a wager was made and re-
| corded
81 was going to build on my property
| down here, anyway" remarked Bis
| sell
Good want you for neighbor."
One morning Jacob Bissel picked up
his telephone receiver and called a
| number.
Paul Everett's pleasant voice re-
| sponded.
This is Jacob Bissel," said the mag
nate rather pompously; II wish to
consult you concerning the plans for
my new country house at Button"
Whereupon Mr.. Bissel was referred
to Everett's secretary, who advised
| the irate gentleman to call at the Of
fees of Everett & Co. at 4:30 that aft.
ernoon.
Exactly at 4:35 Mr.. Bissel painted
into the handsome offices of the young
architect and was informed by polite
secretary that Mr.. Everett had just
left for the day.
II had an appointment with him at
AGO." protested Mr.. Bissel.
ut is ABS, sir; Mr.. Everett never
waits for anyone"
"The-young puppy!" chortled Mr..
Bissel as he fumed away.
But the next day he made another
appointment and kept it, and found
Paul Everett most exasperating
young man to deal with.
And in the end, for no essential rea-
son, Paul refused to consider accept
ing Bissel's patronage.
"A most unbusinesslike proceed
ing!" roared Jacob Bissel, as he
stamped up and down his Office. "Ill
never build that house until he makes
those plans!"
So he wrote curt note and asked
Paul to call at his Office the next morn
ing, and when Paul came, cool and i'm
perturbable, he still declined to accept
| Mr.. Bissels business.
Il am not accustomed to being
| turned down, Mr. Everett" ragged ia
| cob Bissel. rs it matter Of money!"
Paul shook his handsome head.
Its rather a personal feeling" he
said with engaging frankness. you
| see, my uncle used to know you, Mr..
| Bissel, and he never liked you-had
some old business grudge, in fact.
Don't you think that's excuse enough
for declining your business?"
81 do mott" fared Mr.. Bissel, grow
ing red around his ears.
Them" suggested Everett deli
cately.
Then" repeated Jacob Bissel.
well, young man, it's no use--I may
as we'll give in and tell you to come
around and see me tonight at my
house."
about Marjorie?" asked Paul.
About Marjorie" conceded Mar
jorie's father.
Then, Mr.. Bissel," said Paul prac-
tically, suppose we go over the plans
for your new house, eh? ! think we
can make Peter Laidlaws mansion
look like a chicken COOP"
Now you're talking" said his future
father-in.law
| Marjorie and her mother credited
the whole affair to kindly fate, but
Paul only laughed.
"Fate's all rght-only you've got to
| rnt ont anJ hnptIa har tnnp " no aQjd