Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1918-11-22

the girls welcome holiday. They can |
sleep and then go out dancing with |
some fine young man. Amt you got a |
young man, Miss Johnson? Perhaps
you've not been long enough in the |
city. Well, veil, take your time. |
There's lot of these youngsters who |
can make love all right, all right, but |
when it comes to furnishing the home
they'd have a hard time doing it on
the installment plan. The salaries of
young men amt so big these days."
| Mr.. Brown was manager of the
Jones & Gushing Wholesale Glass and
Crockery company. He was a large
gentleman with watery blue eyes, fat
lips and pudgy hands. OF course he
had other features, such as necessary
| nose and chin and ears, but his eyes
and lips and hands had been the points
which had stood out when Miss John
son thought of him.
Il suppose you'll be missing the old
folks, eh?" continued that gentleman.
| Miss Johnson was an excellent typist,
a good stenographer and an accurate
| bookkeeper, but of her personality Mr..
] Brown knew nothing and it irritated
him. She did her work well, but her
conversational qualities were rather
below par.
| However, she was young and new to
New York and it would take time for
her to develop. Yes, that was all she
needed-time. And it was all he need
ed too, he thought confidently.
81 guess l will miss them," said Miss
Johnson, with letters and notebook in
hand. "It will be the first Thanksgiv
ing I've been away. You see I took
my course at business college last win
ter and went home for the summer"
ITO be sure" said Mr.. Brown. Its
only two months since you came here,
but you've won your way into our
| hearts" he added with a leer. Miss
Johnson drew herself up slightly.
"That is we couldn't help but like you.
your work is without fault" he added
hastily.
"And know how you feel" he went
on. "Just longing for the old folks
and the kids. How'd you like some
real turkey, Ell? Well, We'll have it.
You're only a child to me. I'm old
enough to be your father"
And with a look such as no father
has ever given before or since, Mr..
Brown moved his chair a little nearer.
"How about a Thanksgiving dinner
with me tomorrow night? My wife has
gone to see her old mother who is
down sick. So let's keep each other
company, Ell? And have real turkey.
What do you say?"
Miss johnson had promised her
mother to steer clear of employers.
Her mother had read so many news
papers, and had seen movies where
reel after reel had been devoted to the
lures of employers for their pretty
stenographers. But this was Thanks
giving day and entirely different. She
hesitated. Mr.. Brown perceived the
! hesitation and continued promptly:
"We1l go to one of the swell places
where there'n be cranberry sauce, too
; And We'll hear music when we eat
that is If we get those noiseless soup
spoons" Mr.. Brown thought he was
: | humorous man.
II guess I'll CO." said Miss johnson
slowly.
: 'Goodi I'll call for you at six SHARP
and you have a good sleep and write
} home to the folks that you're going
; out with nice safe old fatherly mar
! , from the Office" Mr.. Brown really
| fiattered himself that he was neither
| old nor safe.
Miss johnson had closed the dool
! | and gone to put her book and letter.
back in her desk. Mr.. Courtney, on,
| of the statesmen and Mr.. Browns right
hand man, had noticed a slight fiusl
on her face as she had passed him. II,
wondered if it could be possible tina
Mr.. Brown had invited her to spent