The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1919-01-23
Jones
Gets a Raise
BY INES MACDONALD
OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES SS%~S*9$Ss
Copyright, 1918, by Mcclure Newspaper
Syndicate.)

kCOpyrlgnC, 1910, by mcclure NeWSpap0A
Syndicate.)
Young Mr.. Jones reached over and
gave his adding machine few tenta-
tive jabs and again lapsed into rev.
erie. Five years out Of a midwestern
college, and David r. Jones had little
TO boast of in the way of achievement.
He had been ambitious, but eager and
enthusiastic application to his job for
five long years had failed to lift him
out of the clerks class.
When he had taken the job in an
swer to an advertisement he had been
assured of ''rapid advancement and a
future for the right man." But he was
still doing the same work he had been
doing after his first three months with
the company. He had stuck to one
job with sincere and industrious pur-
pose without it's bringing him any
thing in the way of advancement-and
now that it was June again the pros
pect of another long. hot summer in
that office CALLED him.
With thoughtful air he withdrew
from his wallet a clipping which he
had torn from his newspaper on the
way downtown in the subway that
morning.
"WANTED-Athletic young man as
boatman on gentleman's estate. Con-
necticut Shore Must be expert swim
mer-know motorboats, sailboats and
canoes-make repairs and be generally
useful and obliging; $50 monthly and
board. See Mrs. Agnes Turner be-
tween 10 and II Tuesday, Hotel Ark
wright"
And after he had read the ad
through once more young Mr.. Jones
arose from his desk and entered the
private office Of his great and exclu-
sive boss, the well-known Mr.. Henry
P. Riggs. Mr.. Riggs, or "Old HI. P" as
he was called in the outer office, stared
at the impulsive Mr.. Jones with surly
surprise. The privacy of his domain
had never before. been so violated.
"Well?" he demanded.
I'm JONES'" said Jones, David r.
Jones. I've been with this company
five years. / have fair education,
certain amount of brains and some
ability. When came here | was prom
ised rapid advancement and a future,
week l thought I'd go into the matter
with you."
"Well?" repeated Old III. P. sourly.
81 want a mans job and $4,000 q
year from today or I'm through"
Old III. P. glared, and the barest
crinkle of sarcastic smile puckered
up one corner of his mouth. You're
through, all right" he agreed, land you
won't find ee-thousand-dollar Jobs
hanging on trees around this town,
young man."
Anyway" grinned Jones .sffably, Il
don't intend to hang on this tree till
I'm rotten. There are plenty Of other
trees growing in, the orchard of Man
haitian"
.Very WE'LL" growled Old II. P, turn
ing back to his desk. "But if you don't
get your fancy job you can have your
old one here any time before the first
of September" he flung over his Shout
der.
"Huh!" he grunted few days later
when the incident required to him.
"The young squirt! And I was proud
of fifteen a week at his age"
But at that very moment David r.
Jones, clad in q sleeveless jersey and
an old pair of flannel trousers, was
tuning up the engine of a high-powered
motorboat UP on the Connecticut shore.
"Hello, boatman!" shouted voice
above the din, and Jones looked up to
see smiling face peering at him over
the edge of the dock.
She swung her legs over the side and
turned around with the intention of
sliding down backwards to the deck
Of the boat, some six feet below. Her
skirt caught on bolt, but she kept
right on sliding till the modest Mr..
Jones was compelled to turn his face
away.
"Unhook me- she finally walled in
dignantly. And Jones, wiping his dirty
hands on piece OF waste, reached up
obediently and unlocked her, setting
her safely on her feet with grin.
'My-my coming was quite revela-
ton, wasn't it?" she said demurely the
color deepening in her cheeks.
But Jones had pretended not to no.
tice, although the nice men who pre-
tend never to notice are the very ones
who never miss anything. "Who might
you be?" he asked pleasantly.
.Tm Lolita, the youngest" she laugh
ed. "Carlotta Riggs, you know. We
only got here just little while ago
Louise and Nina and Aunt Agnes.
Aunty says you impressed her very ia
vorably at your interview in town, and
she thinks you're going to be very
nice boatman. What's your manner"
And from that day forth David r.
Jones was Lotta's very own. She ap-
prurriasad him as something sent to
her by the gods for her own especial
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