The Meeker herald. [volume] (Meeker, Colo.) 1885-current, 1922-11-11
Do One Thing
Well
NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS.
h NYA G. LANE


the general manager, "but that little
Mis- AcAvoy 10 the least competent
typist in the place. don't know what
to do with her.
There must be something she can
do. and hate to break our policy Of
seeing that tho square peg tits the
square hole. See II you can put cher
In another department. Mr.. Claridse."
jim ClAridge, the assistant manager.
was young man Of thirty. He had
been promoted from the ranks BE-
cause Of exceptional ability. He shared
bis chiefs views He had talk with
Miss AcAvoy that Afternoon.
Miss McAvoy." he said. the chief
thinks you might DO better In another
department. You haven't really had
much experience ~ . ,stenoGrapher.
have you'll"
"N-no." said Miss McAvoy in q
quavsring voice, looking up Al him
through two tear.nlied eyes. IL try
to DO my best"
Mr.. C,aridge felt q touch Of pity at
the sight Of the foriorn little figure.
swell. we'll put you with Mr.. Tur-
ner, folding circulars, At the same sal
ary." he said.
A week later Mr.. Turner came to
him. SAY, that little Aiss McAvoy's
all right In certain rsspocts." he said.
Zine little lady. but 4 bum folder.
She dossn't seem able to fold straight.
And she only does half the work the
other girls do"
"Oh. well. shs'n have to Co." said
Mr.. Ciaridge. He went to interview
Miss McAvoy. who looked up at him
with streaming cheeks.
II know I'm no use." she said.
you'll have to get nd Of me. ] can
zee that"
Mr.. Oaridye couldn't help rejecting
how nice Miss AcAvoy would look sat
ing beside him In q fashionable res
taurant. She had such stunning eyes.
and looked such Q lady.
"well-supposs We Try you in our
sales department, Miss McAvoy." he
said. well put you with Mr.. Reese.
and you can start At the same salary
a. you're getting now. Cheer up. Miss
McAvoy," added. Tin sure you'll
do well In charge Of the card index
nles."
A few days later Mr.. Reese came to
Mr.. Ciaridse.
"see here" he said. you understand
that I've not q thing against that Miss
McAvoy personally-not q thing. NO.
sir. The question q, do you or DO you
not want our sales list balled up with
our cost listf II you do-all right. II
not-send along someone else"
This time I'm through with her,"
said Mr.. Caridge to himself. But
when he found little Miss AcAvoy
waiting for him. and sobbins convui-
aiveiy into 4 deiicately scented lit.
tie handkerchief, his heart failed
lhIm, and al he could think was how
nice she would look sitting On the
opposite aide Of his gas fireplace In
Ais desolats new dat on Riverside
Drive.
"D.don't walt to are me. I'm going
now" sobbed Miss McAvoy.
"what's your hurryf" asked Mr..
Claridee. 81 was Just wondering
whether you wouldn't like to take
charge Of our waiting-room instead Of
messing with these old index Ales. II
70, you could start In tomorrow morn
ing at the same salary"
Miss McAvoy was q perfect picture
Of department In her new Job. Ten
days elapsed. and Mr.. Claridse began
10 think he had fitted her into the
right hole at last Then Mr.. Haskins
sent for him.
-See here" he bawled shat fool
you've put In charge Of the waiting
room will have to 20. Know what
she's done7 Refused admission to old
Peter Crabhouse-ouf best customer.
with whom we're negotiating that
half million dollar sale. and told him
he'd have to make an appointment
Peter Crabhouse! Gosh. 1t was hard
Job smoothing him down after that !
And let In that internal bore Louis
Monk, who wants to sell Us his per-
petuaI motion patent, when told her
In was always engaged whenever he
called"
.she1l have to Co." said Mr. Car-
idge. "rll nee to It."
He found Miss McAvoy In the walt
Ing room alone, dissolved In tears.
II know I'm useless" she wept. II
can't do anything. I'm on my way out
now. Never mind my salary"
Mr.. Claridge had an intense desire
to take her In his arms. "Surely
there's one thing you can d." he
urged her. Tell me what It Is, and
you shalI have the Job. What can you
dol"
ri can't do anything except-make
pies" Miss AcAvoy sobbed
Mr.. Claridge took her BY the hands
and gaxed earnestly Into her eyes.
won't you make pies for me. dar.
ling?" he asked softly.
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