The Birmingham age-herald., 1922-04-21

The man who said that everybody passed by Norton's corner if you stood there a while was a liar Bob finally doubted if the ed-headed girl hac ever gone by there In her life.
 Finally lifting himself eheerlessly he set his face toward home.
 T am one large fool" he muttered, ''but of course this is just one Sun day"
 But the weeks rolled on and each Sunday that came and passed brought tn same sort of stories-the same sort of experiences-th sac sort of disappointments. Vacation time ar rived. which gave Bob more oppor- tunity for leisure and brought with 1t the necessity of finding job. He carried papers. he clerked in a gro cery, he drove delivery wagon, he did odd jobs of numerous and sundry kinds and though they took him to all portions of Birmingham never once did he get even so much as glimpse of the ed-headed girl. She had vanished completely.
 But Bob was getting something much more worth while. With the responsibility of keeping lis promise to his mother he was carefully each Sunday and each day as well, inves- tigating those businesses, those pro- fessions, which came under his eye. He must do as well as he could.
 Being so vastly entertained by such investigations he finally began to ask questions about many profess sions so that by the time school opened once more and he was 15 he had decided that there was one thing at least he must know something about.
 To Be Builder
 He must be an architect. 7 The reason for this was first of all his inordinate love of a magnificent house. He loved to look at the lines, the angles, the gables of a building. But what he would like to do would be to plan regular mansions with tall turrets and arrange the grounds about theml
 Besides this, had he not promised the re-headed girl that he would give her a house? Then surely 1t must be a fine one; and if he were not an architect how could he know it was really fine?
 It took some tall scheming for Bob to find way to achieve his object. He finally accomplished it by the simple plan of seeking a teacher and inquiring from everybody who was
 
 wanted one who had made real success. sa
 Having located him the scout climbed two flights of stairs and tim idly knocked at his door.
 Bob was hardly prepared for the businesslike opening of the portal by a gray-eyed gentleman who seemed very much in a hurry.
 What can do for you?" demanded the business man.
 "Give me a tob," demanded Bob. who was afraid he might not get to express himself if he did not speak up at once.
 The Desire There
 "Job-who told you had a job7 haven't"
 Nobody" sputtered Bob courage ously-'I want to be an architect"
 "What?" fairly shriekod the adept. And I was just thinking you had little brains, too," he muttered.
 T have" Bob stood up for himself. 'Thats the reason I want to be an architect"
 The gray eyes narrowed. studying Bob.
 The architect began to hedge.
 If I had job I'd give you one." he assured. as though trying to invent a quick way of closing the interview. Then Bob, fearing that the door was about to be shut upon him, fell into that characteristics. tenacious pursuance of an object which was re- sponsible for all of his future success.
 T don't want any money. I've just got to learn to be an architect l will come down here every arter noon and every Saturday and I'll do all the odd jobs for you if you'll teach me-"
 The architect didn't need Bob. He didn't want him. In fact he couldn't think of what use in the world Bob could be. He was quickly summon ing words to dismiss the case. and just opening his mouth to say them when Bob's eye caught and held his.
 Their steadfast expression halted him. There was something haunting something desperate-and somehow something so fine that the architect could not override it.