Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1916-07-06
Forty-one
BY EVELYN GILL kLAHR.

Copyright, The Frank A. Munsey Co.
Mr.. Johnson Bennett nodded to him.
self most hearty approval Of the
young man who had just left his Of.
fee.
He had seen to it personally that
young Chapwell be promoted from
kitchen utensils in the basement Of
the Johnson Bennett department store
to be floor-walker of ladies' suits on
the third.
He knew, too, that young Chapwell
wouldn't linger long there-linger long
anywhere, for that matter-on his
persistent upward climb. 1t wouldn't
be long before he was buyer; nor
would he stop there. either.
Young, Chapwell, too, was confident
of all this, and more, as he walked
home that evening to his boarding.
house.
But that did not in the least inter.
fere with the fact that his present
promotion was very good news-news
that couldn't be carried in a heart
without making it swell somewhat.
But what is the use of good news
unless there is some one to whom to
tell it?
That's what young Chapwell
thought. So he started out early next
morning, that he might stop and tell
Kittles about it.
Kittles, of course, was already in
his little antiques shop.
He was giving the place it's morning
sweep when young Chapwell arrived,
brushing up little Of the flour dust
from under carved tables and from
between mahogany chair-legs.
'You don't tell mel" Kittles ex-
claimed, smiling his wrinkly, neigh
borly smile at young Chapwell's news,
for kittles had brought to New York
exactly the same neighborly heart
that years ago, back home, had been
so concerned about old lady Cooper's
sick COW or Nathan Picken's new
barn.
You don't tell me! Why it don't
seem more than jiffy ago since you
was an Independent, uppish little
chap, just startin' in bein' cash-boy! /!
You're like Ira Briggs, back home.
He started out sweepin' up in AL Has
tingss feed and grain store That was
fifteen years ago. Now he's got a
third interest in the store. Where're
You goin' to stop?"
He beamed affectionately on the
youth and then added: Bet you'll go
and get married now"
Young Chapwell regarded KittIes
with candid, boyish eyes.
mo, I'm not going to get mar.
ried," he gravely assured Kittles.
'Yes, you will" old Kittles insist.
ed. "And l tell you what: you come
to me when you set up housekeepin'.
There's lot of good things I've KEEP
out of sight, savin' 'em for my neigh
bors. Neighbors come first"
Young Chapwell moved toward the
door. But I'm not" he protested.
Kittles laughed scofingly. Don't
you tell me-" he said.
Young Chapwell looked very grave
do HS WdlhSu uOWu Tue street.
AS matter of fact, he always in
tended to marry when he reached that
particular salary, and here was the
salary and yet no girl.
But it was no use.
And, fortunately, that first morning
in the new department he had no time
to brood over it, for a special reduc-
tion sale of fall suits was advertised.
Young Chapwell was too busy get
ting the stock arranged and the sale
started to give even a word of instruc-
tion to Number Forty-One, Miss Ever
man, the saleslady starting new that
morning.
Miss Murdock, the head saleslady,
had, however, reassured him on that
score, and had promised to have an eye
to the new one herself.
The morning was half over before
he really saw Forty-One, and then
he caught sight of her standing with
Murdock over by the glass-case where
the high-priced suits We're kept.