The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1922-01-19
Smiled His Way to
Success
By HAROLD sINcLAIRE.


Copyright. 1921. western Newspaper Union
Sidney Ware started out In the busi-
ness world with one sole asset. IL was
smile. II was true that he possessed
pair Of especially bright. merry eyes
to abet the effects Of laughing re-
mark or a cheerful greeting. and the
general expression of his face was
frank and friendly.
Sidney smiled his way through the
shipping room Of the big merchandise
house Of Angel 4 Co, and left Its
foreman disconsolate when there came
an Office promotion. Inside Of week
he had even the Icy, stately chief ste
nographer In a tolerant mood. and
the typewriters were all In love with
him. Two years later some one had
to I'LL the place OF an old veteran who
sold visiting country trnde. Within
two months Mr.. Angel came to Sid.
ney. who had secured that position.
"See here. Ware" he observed.
facts are facts, and you have doubled
the transient trade. How do you do
itY
Sidney smiled In q modest depre-
eating way, and tried to sidetrack the
burden Of compliment by telling
clean humorous story that set the
usually majestic millionaire shaking
with laughter.
"Yon are too good a man for sec
ond-grade position" decided Mr.. An
gell. Report for a managerial place
tomorrow. Ware"
ut makes me sick !" observed
Claude Grifiths. head salesman. 4
twelvemontb later-'that eternal grin
Of young Ware. Why. say-It's un-
dlgnified. II isn't business; it's-it's-"
ITS caught Miss Della Angel. just
as II has the whole Of rs," chirped
|. winsome Nettie Darling. typewriter.
who overheard Griffiths. "Sidney Ia
eyerybody's friend and tries to be,
and you're old Glooms.' and that's
why Miss Angel Joined the golf club
just to meet genuine smiling young
man once In WHILE"
"Oh, she did. chr" snarled the jeal-
Gus rival. "Well. i'll bet old Angel
doesn't know It."
Sidney never knew how much Della
was to him until she went away to
visit some friends at quite a distance.
He kept on smiling but there was a
vague longing In his heart that took
some Of the rare glitter from perfect
contentment In a business way every
thing was going more than well with
this fortunate young man. Mr.. Angel
had come to him one morning, as he
sat In his Office. with bulky envelope
In his hand.
"See here, Ware" he said. I've just
received a new audit Of the books for
the year and some system suggestions
and costs averages from our auditor.
l want to go over them quietly and
S leisurely at home. Come up to the
house to dinner at sIx-no formality.
mind you"
Sidney was immensely pleased at
the Invitation. While on his way at
5 80 that evening a man rushed past
him as he stood waiting for long
freight train to pass. He carried a
satchel and was constantly glancing
apprehensively behind him. Suddenly.
as II fear-inspired the stranger ran
to the moving train and swung up the
iron ladder Of a freight car.
In getting a safe hold the satchel
slipped from his grasp. The man
made movement as II to descend
after II. Then a glance around seemed
to impel him to the other alternative.
A policeman fitted into view, dlsap-
peared. and Sidney. after waiting for
n minute or two. picked up the satchel.
I!c placed the satchel unobtruslvely
In corner Of tn reception hall as he
was shown into the house by serv-
ant. Then It dropped entirely from
his mind. A fine meal and the most
genial guest possible put Mr.. Angel
in his brightest mood
When Sidney was shown mp to his
room, to his surprise he found the
troublesome satchel on chair. The
servant evidently had supposed II to
he AT adjunct of his all-night visit.
81 wonder what's in it?" mused sid
ney. rs II iocked7 No. I declare I"
He stared hard as the satcbel came
open.
"A burglars kiti" burst forth sid
ney.
Sidney put out the lights and sat at
the open window of the dressing room
Of the suite to think Of Della. He
must have fallen asleep unawares. A
CLINT OF light In the outer apartment
awakened him. Sidney saw two men,
one holding a dark lantern, Its rays
focused down upon the open satchcl.
"One Of our kind" spoke one Of the
men.
"Say," broke In the other vehement
ly, 81 know who those tools belong
to--Dark Derry. He's here. or com
Ing here. and It's his job"
"whnt about the booty downstairsf'
"Hands OFF, won't interfere with
q king pal"
The rwc men left the room. A min
ute later Sidney saw them make Off
across the lawn. He went down