Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1916-02-22
Is 1t my fault If they

you assistants. Is 1t my fault II they
~quit?'
| "She got married-that's what they
all do And it puts me in an awful FIX.
There are two charity balls to cover
tonight, a coming-o out party every day
next week and three the dansants,
besides all sorts of small affairs.
What I wanted to ask you, Mr.. Hep
pleton, if whether you think It would
be good idea for me to have young
man. You see, the girls are not re-
liable. They are so likely to get mar
ried-"
mo reason why they should" Mr..
Heppleton growled. You don't got
married. do you?" And then, more
gruffly still: And you are a pesky
lot prettier than any Of the assistants.
You don't get married-you stick to
your job What's the matter with the
,, girls nowadays? Don't they apprec'
late a good job? Haven't they any
brains at all"
MAY l have man reporter" Mar
garet persisted. 81 know other society
editors always have girls, but a man
you can be severe with, you can ask
him to work late every night in the
week and you can boss him around
without having to be afraid of offend
ing him.. And when man gets mar
ried he just has to work all the
harder"
Good idea! Now get out and let
me alone. I'll send to the city desk
right away and have a cub sent to you
at once'
! please be sure that the cub has
evening Clothes" said Margaret, leaV'
ing.
Old Heppleton was still growing
when Bronco Bill strobe leisurely and
with perfect assurance into the ONCE.
But the uncle did not at first recognize
in the tall, lanky, broad shouldered
figure, still clad in the soft shirt and
soft hat of the Texas rancher, his
nephew, William Heppleton.
| Good morn, Uncle Pete" quoth the
nephew, seating himself unbidden
astride the only vacant chair In the
! room ~ dare say you are some sur
prised to see me-" He put out large
tanned hand and vigorously shook the
hand that the uncle extended rather
gingerly.
well, I'm here for job. That's
about the size Of it. Oh, yes, ranchin's
all right but it gets lonesome, burned
Lonesome. So I just hired a ranche1
and his wife-it isn't half bad when
fellows got a wife and a brood o
young ones-and I came east. Now
I'm countin' on gettin' into this news
naper game. What sort of job have
you got to offer me?'
| "There isn't a blessed thing" re
piled the uncle. He rather liked the
Young mans breezy manner and woule
have helped him If he could have done
so to his own advantage. mo, there
Isn't thing, though there may bt
later" =,
"Then suppose I'd better be goin',
lreplied the nephew. mo, thanks, In
not strapped by long shot. Goof
! morning!" And he held his hand GU
again. But the uncle did not shake 1t
The telephone bell at the side of hi
desk had been jingling, and insteat
he took of the receiver.
Eyes, yes," he grow'ed. Il know.
haven't forgotten. I'll tiy to get you
man. This afternoon sure. l am no
sue the err desk can spare one, ru
III tell the cit, editor when he comes
lin to dig ~ Il green one that you cal
| break in And then he banged IL
receiver down. Fills nephew had tan
en- his seat again.
II "Well?" he lu..:ed. "Thcre's one Q
your men wantin' some one. what
the matter with me? I'm gree
enough, amt T. 49,
The uncle Emit bis brow for about
minute. Eyes, you're green enouE
, and then some," he said, and Tor
moment his grumpiress was lost in tn
suggestion If smile. Report I
room 455 ard tell the party .nst SCH
vou-that you're the man. AND
soon as you get 4 chrn;'e go ana &c
dolled out the way they tell you 1e
That cowboy makeup wont no. W
, know ..
It was half at hour later an
Bronco Bill was sitting at Margare
Vests side ard Margaret West wa
, laughing, "Wel. why don't nc
! EAin't l green enough? Amt cage
, enough? Haven't showed you cou!
write the typewriter? Didn't lear
l how before | cane east-when i wa
! tal,in' that cor: ,srondenc2 course l
l journalism? See here, young lady,
:, never had girl beat me at anythlns
, and | don't kind o like havln' you -
there and lalg!1 al me as If was som
: sort O. new\ and strange animal tina
they had just annexed to zoologlcs
! park. The boss o. this paper has III
! pointed me TO the job, and so far 4
, II can see all you've got tc t!o is TO civ
, mo a line on what's to be done, al;