The Skyland post. [volume] (West Jefferson, N.C.) 193?-1988, 1942-05-07
his rival, demanding applause.

accidentals of that victory which
neither blinded nor deafened Ted.
dy.
The pebble hadn't hit with the
thwack of stone on wood, and il
didn't rebound; striking the mid.
die of the floating object, the mis-.
sile merely dropped plump into
the water.
Even if Teddy had never oh.
served this phenomenon before
he instantly understood.
All color faded from his usually
ruddy face. His pointing finger
trembled,
"That amt log! It's a man
it's a drowned mani"
A shout from behind. Bud Har-
rison and the rest of the bigger
boys had arrived and heard.
eli! Got some rope? Come on
up to where Gene Roberts keeps
his boat. Well haul that thing a.
shore. Gee, Coroner Norbeck'll
want to know about this"
An hour later, the beach was
again deserted.
Again the Hudson, having sur
rendered one of its many secrets,
ran unburdened toward Manhat-
tan.
But on that hillside, insect buzz
ings were not now the only sound;
the Kissing of disturbed brush
wood told of some furtive crea-
ture stealing out of his hiding
place.
Although five years hard work
had earned it, Jerry Glidden did
MT yet possess an office of his
own in the Protective Life In
surance Company's claim depart
ment. Too many favorites ahead.
The Assistant Actuary had one
Jerry's boss, had his
wife's nephew, and these boosted
creatures justified promotion by
criticism of pullless persons pant
ing behind.
So Jerry, young and blond, sat
among Gathering typewriters, in
a huge room, at a desk that mere
ly a huge brass rail separated
from the rank and file.
He sat there now as bony Sam
Steinhardt, the chiefs nephew,
sauntered SNUG and smiling out
of Lightner's sanctum and paused
for a whisper to Leila Taylor.
She glanced hurriedly at Jerry
and hurriedly away; she was
affianced to him.
Sam came to Jerry's desk.
"Boss wants you"
''What about?"
THAT Slim policy"
An alarm bell in Jerry's brain.
Twice of late, after querying pay
ments subsequently pronounced
just, he had been warned again
st dangerous overzealousness.
Despite this, he yesterday pin
ned a red slip to the Slim benefi-
ciary's claim. But this time he
was right, surely!
"Oh, very we'll"
During one hopeful year, his
first with the P. L. I. Company,
Jerry, at his chiefs suggestion,
mad waded through lot of little
books on How to Reach the Top
and a lot of big autobiographies
by gentlemen who admitted that
hey had reached it. He remem-
oered their precepts, but with
rony, "Promptness is a prime re-
1uisite of success"
He threaded the desk-dotted
naze-knocked at Mr.. Is door.
MINI
Seated under a framed motto
,"DO IT NOW!") and behind a !
'ow of letter baskets, Jerry's boss
ooked like a wier-haired fox ter
Ter defending a fence.
Good morning" said Jerry.
'Morning!" barked Mr.. L, and
hook a bunch of papers as if it
we're an unfortunate rat. "Whyja
recommend holding upthis Twom-
,ley payment-Slinn policy?"
One of those little books preach
ID "Politeness prevails"
"Our files show Slim owned a !
grocery in Albany, buying the
business on money borrowed from
his B. B. Twombley, a Troy bro
<er. The store didn't go: Slim
more and protected his
creditor by insuring with us,
straight life, for fifty thousand
Twombley the beneficiary. There
was some question here in the
home office: but our Albany a.
gnet-I think his names Car