The Meeker herald., 1918-12-14
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By H. H. Duncan

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A young fellow started out In renl
estate. and real estate. when one is
young and just beginning, Is almost as
barren OF business as the first years
practice Of lawyer. But the young
man had IN office, with his name in
gold leaf on the glass In the door.
As he sat In his swivel chair before
the empty roll top desk and eyed the
sign, he became dissatisfied. The let
tiers seemed to mock. to tanfnlize, to
tease him. He determined to lock up
the Office and go see Florence. Just us
he was about to put his Idea into exc
cuti0n, a visitor crossed his threshold.
It was Mr.. Thomas Henry. father Of
Florence, and one of his fathers most
Intimate friends.
"Mr. Henry, I am glad to see you"
stated the young man cordially, as he
rose to greet the older man. ut was
good of you to look in on me-"
81 was just passing" said the elder
man, "and l thought I would drop In
for a moments rest. How's business,
Frankr
"Neither good nor bad" replied the
young man cheerfully. 'There isn't
any,"
ugh! That's rather fierce"
sOh, don't take 1t seriously. Mr..
Henry" demonstrated the young man.
stunning pity. It'll pick up some day.
I'm not bit discouraged"
'Thats the way. Frank" approved
Mr.. Henry. ''Im glad to hear that
you're proving-or rather promising to
prove-worthy Of your friends. One of
them said to me today. He'll make
good. I'll guarantee that he will That's
what one person thought about your
future In real estate"
"Who said that7" asked Frank eager
". II didn't know any business man
here in town held that opinion. They
all said the field was overcrowded and
that was fool for launching out In
1t. Who was hef"
It was rather awkward for Mr.. Hen.
~. He hesitated. ut wasn't exactly a
business man. 1t was Florence" He
looked keenly at the young man MS he
mentioned his daughters name and
smiled. The young man was not Mt all
disconnected. On the contrary, he
seemed as much elated as II Thomas A.
Edison had been his indorser. OF
course, poor reader, you can't under
stand this, as you don't happen to know
Florence.
"she's mighty dear girl" the young
man declared. "Do you know. Mr..
Henry. she's all right, even II she is
your daughter
Mr.. Henry looked at the young man
for a cue, and found him grinning.
"Frank," declared Mr.. Henry, his brow
wrinkling, am up against 1t. wish
you could help me out on little deal
big deal, rather. But it's hopeless.
The most experienced men In the busi-
ness have fallen down on It,"
"What's the deal, Mr.. Henry7" asked
the young man. "Give me chance"
"You couldn't do anything" replied
Mr.. Henry rather sharply. sunless 1t
would be to drug the old man. It's that
Jackson block business. Frank. You
know Mr.. jackson. client OF mine,
has been wanting that half block for an
Office building site. He's bought every
foot of land from Walnut street clear
through to the alley, solid half block,
all except that little lot on which old
man Boyd has his shack of an office.
That little one-story shed Is all that
stands In the way of new building.
For my client. I've offered him four
times as much as the ground IL worth
or will ever he worth, but still he holds
out. He's jealous Of Jackson. that's
all. I can't get him to give in. I've
tried every way through all kinds Of
people,"
Mr.. Henry stopped and scowled. He
glanced around the room, scowled at
the empty wastepaper basket, Mt the
book shelves, at the filing cabinet. and
even out the window, where a ten-year-
old girl, who was passing, very good
girl, probably, who no doubt helps
wine the dishes at home, and takes
care Of her little brother. was badly
frightened because she thought Mr..
Henry was scowling Mt her.
"Boyd lives Just the other side Of
the half block, doesn't he7" asked the
young man.
"Yes, he does" growled Mr.. Henry.
"What has that to do with lt?"
Everything, II It's worked right"
declared Frank. "Do you want me
to buy that twenty feet for you?"
"You get check for thousand dol
Lore ~ vou doo promised his friend
land we'll allow you fifteen for the