The Pleasantville press. (Pleasantville, N.J.) 1912-1929, 1917-10-20

Just now Jake cried, and in the
midst of a further colloquy Mr.. Brans-
comb hurst out Of the directors room.
Well" he demanded, why don't you
get Mr.. Carr on the wire?' Miss Doty
rushed to obey her employer. who held
out 80 cents to Jake.
Go downstairs and get me three
cigars" he said. Tell the man they're
for me. He'll know"
jake took the money and descended
to the lower hall.
Gimme tree seegars for Mr.. Brans
comb he said to the man behind the
counter. The tobacconist handed him
three cigars with elaborate gold bands
and pocketed the fifty cent piece which
jake placed on top of the showcase.
jake held the cigars gingerly in his
left hand, but made no movement to-
ward leaving.
what are you waiting for?" the
mar asked.
jake laughed r%aucously. Say" he
said, "wot yer tryin' ter do. kid me?
Don't | get no changer
You certainly do not" the salesman
replied emphatically.
"G'wan. l give yer half a dollar,
didn't III jake rejoined. "Seegars
don't cost tree for so cents"
"These do" said the salesman.
"C'marn, now,' jake coaxed.
Cough up dat t'irty-1ve cents. 1t
amt mine, honest. 1t belongs ter de
bawss."
The cigar man came suddenly from
behind the counter. You get right out
of this" he cried, "or I'll fan your
breeches!"
jake ran up the hall. Jaw right fer
youse, yer fat slob!" he cried. "I1l
tell Mr.. BraDscomb on yer"
Here, what's all this about?' said
a voice at his elbow. 1t was Mr.. Brans-
comb himself who spoke.
jake turned quickly. Here's yer
seegars, Mr.. Branscomb," he said, IAN
dat big stuff dere is tryin' ter hold out
t'irty-fve cents on yer"
They're the usual kind" the sales
nan protested, land there isn't any
change"
"Why, of course not" Mr.. Brans-
comb replied. And say, young man.
what are you doing around my office
anyway"
jake stared at his new employer in
grieved astonishment. why" he gasp
ed, I'm woikin' for youse, Mr.. Brans-
comb, amt ~
Are your Mr.. Branscomb COM
mented dryly. And pray who hired
your"
This was too much for jake, who
saw his new job melting into thin air,
and he gulped once or twice in an eff
fort to stem the gathering tears.
Mr.. Branscomb placed his arm
around the lads shoulders. Lets go
upstairs" he said, land talk it over"
They entered the elevator and repair
ed once more to the executive offices
of the National Chocolate and Cocoa
company. Miss Doty and the legiti-
mate incumbent both disclaimed
knowledge as to the time or manner
of Jakie's advent, and after a rigid ex-
animation into his antecedents he
found himself employed as assistant
office boy at the generous stipend of
81 a week.
When jake returned to his delicates-
sen home that evening his face was
wreathed In so wide a smile that the
elder Feinberg stopped midway in the
slicing of a smoked tongue. might
you got a job?" his father and mother
inquired with one voice. jake nodded
ecstatically.
"Mommer." cried the elder Feinberg,
seizing link by link a chain of frank
f~urters, you should fry sahm wurst
for de boys suppaire." And he cut off
the last two sausages with a blow Of
his knife that blended pride and gen.
crosby in one eloquent sweep.
Undoubtedly Miss Doty constituted
her own ideal of a well dressed wom-
an. Everything about her person be-
tokened a superlative taste, from the
broad bows on her shoes to the last
undulation of her pompadour, which
was a wonder of size and construction.
Moreover, she demanded and received
from every adjacent masculine eve the
attention that n judicious use of the
rouge pot and powder puff will attract.
Now, there was just enough Irish in
James Walsh, the legitimate incum-
bent-his mother was Wicklow and his
father Red Kerry-to give him a Ger
tain way with the ladies. and he made
3 cents worth of milk chocolate
the length of a pound of candy y
Miss Doty. Besides. Jimmie was l
for his age. and his age was old for
his job.
But jake represented a long line of
ancestry whose interest in womankind
was purely nc demic. and in form a
disposition to discuss in the abstract
the Talmudical and Mosaic laws of
marria,e and divorce. If he specu-
lated at all on her raiment it was as
to its cost. not its beauty. and her
pompadour passed him by unnoticed.
AS for milk chocolate, his weekly al
lowance of - cents forbade such eX-
travagance wen had the thought of
them occurred to him.
This at least was the situation dur