The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1935-12-06

, Dennis Morrison)
turkeys, being irresistibly drawn by q
placard on the exhibit that read "Clo-
verdale Farms, Je~ffersonville, New Jer-
sey, William P. Hostetter, Prop"
It was the name of William p. Hos
letter that intrigued Peter. For, among
other things, William P. Hostetter was
the board chairman and chief owner
of B~y-Products, Inc.
The topic of Jamesetta's future de-
mise was Stunned in all family con-
versations. She lived serenely in Mar
garet's basement and produced four
more eggs.
A week before Christmas Peter came
home with exciting news.
What do you think, Margaret?" he
cried.
Il can't imagine what I think" she
/"Listen! The big boss was in the
office today, MI. Hostetter! And while
he was talking to me he recognized
me-"
Recognized you?"
eyes. I'm getting up our annual re-
port to the stockholders, you see. Or
contributing the data from our office.
All of a sudden, while he was talking,
Mr.. Hostetter stopped and began star
ing gy at me-"
HE said, Dudley, didn't I see you
other night?' I told him, yes, I'd been
there. That's when he opened up. He
talked to mt for half an hour"
"Peter!"
Eyes. Seems he's got everything on
his estate in Jersey; horses, pigs, cat
tie, dogs and what else. But he's really
crazy about his turkeys. He found out
that I know practically the whole book
where turkeys are concerned. He said
he was amazed to find a man as well
informed as me keeping books and
running an office"
Peter! He'll give you a raise. Just as
sure as shooting. Didn't I tell you
Jamesetta would bring you good luck?'
Gee, goodness, Margaret, it just
makes me sick to think that anyone's
lucky enough to live in a place like
Mr.. Hostetter owns. And what does
he do? Comes to the city every day to
grub for more money"
"A smart man like him has to do
a lot of grabbing these days to keep
folks in their jobs" Mrs. Dudley put in.
20, I'm not really jealous Of Mr.
Hostetter," Peter amended. Hes a
doggone fine man. But I just wish
I just wish I could get out of this
town, that's ALL"
$50 we won't be having Jamesetta
for Christmas dinner?" said Mrs. Dud-
IT hope to tell you we DON'T" said
Peter.
%, I simply couldn't bear the
thought said Margaret.
But I sure talked turkey to MI.
Hostetter," said Peter.
Margaret laughed appreciatively at
"And just to think, Margaret" he
went on, three weeks ago I didn't
know the difference between a lady
a hen from a tom. Is that funny or
not?"
1T must be fate" Margaret whis-
MI. Hostetter dropped into the Of
flee again. He went straight to Peters
desk. A man of few words and direct
action, he went straight to the point.
Dudley" he said, Il had it in mind
to put a proposition before you"
Eyes, Mr.. Hostetter," said Peter, ad-
justing his glasses.
eyes. Dammit, man, I should be
making money on my turkeys. Invest
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everything. It's all expensive stock, the
best I could buy. But I don't seem to be
able to cut the buck"
Eyes, sir"
"Something wrong somewhere. I'm
too busy to find out. Must be person.
mel. I had it in mind to ask you II
you couldn't step in and see what
you could do for me-"
IL"
Eyes, yes, I know. I've thought it all
over. Two reasons why I can't do It,
In the first place, 'twouldn't be fair
to By-Products, Inc, and its stock
from the corporation just to serve my
private interests. And besides that, ]
can't rob a man of his career. You've
been with us a long time, Dudley
You're young enough to have a future
I can't take it away from you"
Eyes, but MI. Hostetter-"
"I've found a man to look after my
turkeys. I'll give him a trial. But
you're not to be overlooked, Dudley
I'm seeing that you get a $40 raise ef-
fective at once. By glory, Dudley, 1t
did my heart good to see one OF our
own men with enthusiasm and gump-
ton enough to go to a poultry show
on his own and learn something. ]
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Well, good day, my boy, and good luck"
Peter watched MI. Hostetter on the
way out as if the whole world had
toppled about him. He had been
hugging an empty dream. He had
fondly hoped and believed, as Mr.. Hos
letter talked, that liberation had f.
nally come to him in this amazingly
'unfathomed manner Opportunity, they
say, knocks once at every mans door,
Now it had knocked at his door. But
only to thumb its nose at him. Only
him a horse laugh. He felt suddenly
outraged. He had given By-Products,
Inc, his life, but By-Products, Inc.
wasn't satisfied. 1t wanted to squash
him, to grind him under miserable toll
next door to the Ninth avenue "L," to
make him ride in dank subways the
rest Of his life, and battle for exis-