The Washington times., 1938-01-31

terrnlneO TO ala oElCkSCC
worker, no miracle of coincl'
dence is too great. A portly
man. his hand clutched by a
small boy, happened by. That
was one of the things, jeff, un-
accustomed to the pogo stick.
gave a desperate leap in trying
to keep his balance, and crashed
grandly to the floor. That was
the other
The small boy leaping up and
down with happiness at the sight
screamed Loudly Il wanna have
one like that" His portly COM
panion introduced himself to
Jeff, at length, as director of
amusements and athletics for a
large private school. Game
here to select something for all
the boy3. Looks like healthy ex-
ercise. I'll order $780," he decided.
That night Mr.. Fardle in
studying the tally sheets found
the mammoth single sale and
summoned tn senior clerk, who
sadly admitted that the new
man had made the sale. Mr.. NC
Fsrdle became dynamic. His
fist crashed down to the desk.
"Zecetative caliber. Just what
I said. Can't hold him down.
The next morning jeff found
that he had been promoted.
There followed another lengthy
round of classes, in which he
learned all that a section man.
ager is supposed to know.
The same young woman, a
trif1e less crisp as became men
tors of those bound for high
places, instructed him. Then
he found himself standing be-
hind a tall desk, listening long
hours each day to the voluble
complaints of customers.
SEES ANNE'S FACE
But like everything else, Sec
ton managing became routine
and he began to feel more poig-
nantly than ever that Anne
was still missing from his
scheme of things. Above the
screams of the multitude, intent
on bulk toys, fair exchanges,
and raucous threats to "see the
manager about this" he seemed
to hear her voice. One day, just
before Christmas, the feeling be-
came almost unbearable. The
voice seemed to materialize so
clearly that he would have
turned from the small, deter
mined woman who showed an
obviously used kiddie car, yet
demanded her money back,
nevertheless, had he not known
that it couldn't be possible that
Anne was there. Then it came
again, desperately: "Jeff-Je1f
jeff Lober!"
lie turned quickly, leaving he
determined woman clutching her
kiddie car, just in time to see
Anne's face sinking into the
swirling crowd surrounding his
desk. Her face was white and
pinched, and he was suddenly
grateful to the crisp young
woman who had taught him
what to do with a fainting GUS
toner.
His rangy bulk thrust through
the mob and he reached her
side in an instant. He lifted her
in his arms above the heads Of
the crowd and carried her to
the managers office. While
doing so he managed to signal
clerk to take his place at the
desk.
Mr.. McFardle, who had wit
messed the incident, followed,
wringing his hands. AS jeff
gently placed her in a chair in
the comparative haven the Of
flee afforded, Mr.. McFardle
groaned in his ear: "You hafta
get her outa the staw." Anne,
whose eyes had opened a trifle,
sized up the situation.
II won't leave without salts
faction" she announced firmly,
giving Jeff an opportunity to
persuade her. This he did, and
she made him take just long
enough to make a real impress
sion. Finally she consented, on
condition that he see her home
personally. His face wreathed
in smiles, Mr.. McFardle con-
Sented. Jeff could hear him, as
they left, muttering to himself: :
"a real zecative type-just like
I've always said" He didn't
see Mr.. McFardle who may
not have been such a bad Judge
of men, at that, bend over to
scribble another note to per-
sonnel, a note that would result
in second promotion.
Over steaming cups of coffee
III nearby restaurant, Jeff
heard her story. High hopes
great ambitions. Then discour-
agement after discouragement,
and finally a grim struggle to
keep going without losing self
respect.
"At first I was too proud to
write-and then. we'll Jeff,
just couldn't"
His hands closed firmly
around hers. I'm not making
much" he said, but I guess
I can take care of both of us
And I'll make more"
"Oh, jeff" there were tears in
her eyes, Il can't let you. Thi;
is lust temporary What ahoui