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CHAPTER XVI.—Continued.
^ hen I turned about to go into my
jar, I found Madge standing on the
platform of 18 waving a handkerchief.
I paid no attention to her and started
up my steps.
Mr. Gordon,” she said—and when
I looked at her I saw that she was
hushing—“what is the matter?"
I suppose most fellows would have
found some excuse, but for the life
of me I couldn’t. All I was able to
say was:
“I would rather not say, Miss Cul-
len.”
How unfair you are!” she cried-
“You without the slightest reason
you suddenly go out of your way to
ill-treat insult me, and yet will not
tell me the cause."
That made me angry. “Cause?” I
cried. ‘ As if you didn’t know of a
cause! What you don’t know is that
I overheard your conversation with
Lord Halles night before lasty.”
“My conversation with Lord
Ralles?” exclaimed Madge, in a be-
wildered way.
"Yes,” I said bitterly, “keep up the
acting. The practice is good, even if
it deceives no one.”
“I don’t understand a word you are
saying," she retorted, getting angry
in turn. “You speak as if I had done
wrong—as if—I don’t know what;
and I have a right to know to what
you allude.”
“I don’t see how I can be any clear-
er,” I muttered. “I was under the sta-
tion platform, hiding from the cow-
boys, while you and Lord Ralles were
walking. I didn’t want to be a listen-
er. but I heard a good deal of what
you said.”
“But I didn’t walk with Lord
Ralles,” she cried. “The only person
I walked with was Captain Ackland.”
That took me very much aback, for
I had never questioned in my mind
that it wasn’t Lord Ralles. Yet the
moment she spoke, I realized how
much alike the two brothers’ voices
were, and how easily the blurring of
distance and planking might have mis-
led me. For a moment I wast speech-
less. Then I replied coldly:
“It makes no difference with whom
you w’ere. What you said was the
essential part.”
"But how could you for an instant
suppose that I could say what I did
to Lord Ralles?” she demanded.
“I naturally thought he would be the
one to whom you would appeal con-
cerning my ‘insulting’ conduct.”
Madge looked at me for a moment
ns if transfixed. Then she laughed,
and cried:
“Oh, you idiot!”
While I still looked at her in equal
amazement, she went on, “I beg your
pardon, but you are so ridiculous that
tsao fca&tin-yt
if I were only your brother." For the
moment I really meant it.
I haven’t dared to tell any of
them,” she explained, “because I knew
they w’ould resent it and make Lord
Italics angry, and then he would tell,
and so ruin papa. It seemed such a
little thing to bear for his sake, but,
oh, it's been— I suppose you despise
me!”
No death-bed farewell was ever more
gloomily spoken.
I had to say it. Why, I wasn't talking
about you, but about Lord Ralles.’’
"Lord Ralles!” I cried.
“Yes.”
“I don’t understand." I exclaimed.
“Why, Lord Ralles has been—has
been—oh, he’s threatened that if I
wouldn’t—that—”
“You mean he—?" I began, and
then stopped, for I couldn't believe
my ears.
“Oh,” she burst out, “of course you
couldn’t understand, and you probably
despise me already, but if you knew
how I scorn myself. Mr. Gordon, and
what I have endured from that man,
you would only pity me."
Light broke on me suddenly. “Do
you mean, Miss Cullen,” I cried hotly,
“that he’s been cad enough to force
his attentions upon you by threats?”
“Yes. First he made me endure
him because he was going to help us,
nnd from the moment the robbery was
done, he has been threatening to tell.
Oh. how I have suffered!"
Then I said a very silly thing. "Miss
Cullen,” I groaned, “I’d give anything
I never dreamed of despising you,”
I said. "I only thought, of course-
seeing what I did—and—that you
were fond— No—that is—I mean
—well— The beast!” I couldn’t help
exclaiming.
Oh, ’ said Madge, blushing, and
stammering breathlessly, “you must
not think—there was really—you hap-
pened to—usually I managed to keep
with papa or my brothers, or else
run away, as I did when he inter-
rupted my letter-writing—when you
thought we had—but it was nothing
of the—I kept away just—but the
night of the robbery I forgot, and on
the trail his mule blocked the path.
He never—there really wasn’t—you
saved me the only times he—he—
that he was really rude; and I am so
grateful for it, Mr. Gordon.”
1 wasn t in a mood to enjoy even
Miss Cullen's gratitude. Without stop-
ping for words, I dashed into 218, and,
going straight to Albert Cullen. I
shook him out of a sound sleep, and
before he could well understand me I
was alternately swearing at him and
raging at Lord Ralles. Finally he got
the truth through his head, and it
was nuts to me, even in my rage, to
see how his English drawl disappear-
ed, and how* quick he could be when
ho really became excited.
I left him hurrying into his clothes,
and went to my car, for I didn’t dare
to see the exodus of Lord Ralles.
through fear that I couldn't behave
myself. Albert came into 97 in a few
moments to say that the Englishmen
were going to the hotel as soon as
dressed, the captain having elected to
stay by his brother.
“I wouldn't have believed it of
Ralles. I feel jolly cut up, you know,"
he drawled.
I had been so enraged over Lord
Ralles that I hadn’t stopped to reck-
on in what position I stood myself
toward Miss Cullen, but I didn't have
to do much thinking to know that I
had behaved about as badly as was
possible for me. And the worst of it
was that she could not know that
right through the whole I had never
quite been able to think badly of her.
I went out on the platform of the
station and was lucky enough to find
her there alone.
Miss Cullen,” I said, “I’ve been un-
gentlemaniy and suspicious, and I'm
about as ashamed of myself as a man
can be and not jump into the Grand
Canon. I’ve not come to you to ask
your forgiveness, for I can't forgive
myself, much less expect it of you.
But I want you to know how I feel
and if there’s any reparation, apology,
anything, that you’d like, I'll—1”
Madge interrupted my speech there
by holding out her hand.
“You don't suppose,” she said, “that
after all you have done for us, I
could be angry over what was merely
a mistake?"
That’s what I call a trump of a girl,
j worth loving for a lifetime.
Well, we coupled on to No. 2 that
j morning and started East, this time
Mr. Cullen's car was the “onder.” All
on 18 were wildly jubilant, as was nat-
ural, but I kept growing bluer and
bluer. I took a farewell dinner on
their car the night we were due in
Albuquerque, and afterward Miss Cul-
len and I went out and sat on the
back platform.
“I’ve lidd enough adventures to
talk about for a year,” Madge said, as
we chatted the whole thing over,
"and you can no longer brag that
the K. & A. has never had a robbery,
even If you didn't lose anything.”
"I have lost something,” I sighed
sadly.
Madge looked at me quickly, start-
ed to speak, hesitated, and then said,
“Oh, Mr. Gordon, if you only could
know how badly I have felt about
that, and how I appreciate the sacri-
fice.”
I had only meant that I had lost my
j heart, and, for that matter, probably
my head, for it would have been un-
generous even to hint to Miss Cullen
j that I had made any sacrifice of con-
: science for her sake, and I would as
soon have asked her to pay for it in
money as have told her.
“You mustn't think—’’ I began.
“I have felt,” she continued, “that
I your wish to serve us made you do
! something you never would have
j otherwise done, for— Well you—any
! one can see how truthful and honest
j —and it has made me feel so badly
| that we— Oh. Mr. Gordon, no one has
a right to do wrong in this world,
i for it brings such sadness and danger
I to innocent— And you have been so
generous—”
I couldn’t let this go on. “What I
| did," I told her, “was to fight fire with
fire, and no one is responsible for it
but myself."
“I should like to think that, but I
can't," she said. “I know we all tried
to do something dishonest, ar.d while
you didn’t do any real wrong, yet I
don’t think you would have acted ns
you did except for our sake. And I'm
afraid you may some day regret—’’
“I shan’t,” I cried: "and. so far
respect, I was alluding to quite anoth-
er thing.”
"Time?" she asked.
"No."
“What?”
“Something else you have stolen.”
"I haven't,” she denied.
"You have," I affirmed.
"Yc" mean the novel?” she asked;
“because I sent it in to 97 to-night.”
“I don't mean the novel.”
“I can’t think of anything more but
those pieces of petrified wood, and
those you gave me,” she said demure-
ly. “I am sure that whatever else I
have of yours you have given me with-
out even my asking, and if > • -v-inr
it back you’ve only got to sa>
“I suppose that would be my very
best course,” I groaned.
“I hat people who force a present
on one,” she continued, “and then,
just as one begins to like it, want it
back.”
Before I could speak, she asked hur-
riedly : “How often do you come to
Chicago?”
I took that to be a sort of command
that I was to wait, and .though longing
to have it settled then and there, I
braced myself up and answered her
question. Now I see what a duffer I
was—Madge told me afterward that
she asked only because she was so
Directions for Making a New One with
Revers and in the Latest
Approved Style.
The investigation
of 184
in each
Procure 18 skeins of color, 2
skeins cream-white Germantown
zephyr, 6 pearl buttons, bone hook.
Begin the sweater on the right
front with color, chain GG, adding 2
stitches at the neck every other row
for 4 designs. The design is formed
by 4 rows as follows:
1st row—Single crochet
chain, turn.
2d row—Single crochet, picking up
back loop of the row before.
,ld row—Single crochet, picking uf
both loops.
4th row—Pick up both loops and
make 3 single, now use white, (*)
drop the color, purl the white and re-
peat from (•).
Repeat from first row, using white
yarn in every fourth row for dot, be-
ing careful to bring the dot in the
middle of the three stitches. (Nc
further mention of design will be
made.)
Work next row to neck; chain 80
stitches to run over the shoulder aud
down the back; work back and forth
for five designs, decreasing two
stitches every other row at the bot-
tom of the blouse to form pouch.
Commencing at the waist line, work
one design 9)4 inches long for un-
derarm piece; decrease to 814 inches
in the next design; work four more
designs.
lor the middle of the back work
three designs on CO stitches (the
back should measure 14 inches).
Now make the other half of the
sweater to match. Join the back.
Work 10 rows of single crochet good
and firm, up the front and across the
neck; this goes under the collar.
Revers: Chain 13 stitches and
make 15 designs; add 1 stitch at the
outside of every other row for 5 de-
signs; make 3 more designs without
increasing. This is half of the col-
lar; make the other side to match. | corps, at one
bew the revers to garment, aud finish
with buttons.
For the belt use a finer hook, and
work 10 to 12 rows of single. In
the first row take in the extra full-
ness at the front of the garment.
Sleeve: Chain 55 stitches; increase
stitch at both ends of the work in
each row for 8 designs; make 1 de-
sign without increasing; narrow 1
stitch in the next 8 designs. This
finishes the sleeve. Sew up.
For cufTa: Take up 3C stitches, and
make « designs. Sew in sleeves,
bringing fullness to shoulder.
EVA M. NILES.
(A DEPARTMENT STORE STORY)
By H. BARRETT SMITH.
don't understand a word you are
saying,” she retorted.
frightened and confused that she felt
she must stop my speaking for a mo-
ment.
I did my best till I heard the whis-
tle the locomotive gives as it runs into
yard limits, and then rose. “Good-
by, Miss Cullen.” I said, properly
enough, though no death-bed farewell
was ever more gloomily spoken; and
she responded, "Good-by, Mr. Gordon,’
with equal propriety.
I held her hand, hating to let her
go, and the first thing I knew I blurt-
ed out, “I wish I had the brass of
Lord RaHes!”
"I don't,” she laughed, “because, if
you had, I shouldn’t be willing to let
you—”
And what she was going to sav.
and why she didn’t say it, is the con-
cern of no one but Mr. and Mrs. Rich-
ard Gordon.
(The End.)
FOR THE CARDENER.
j New Varieties, a Beautiful Half-Acre
of Petunias—New Forms of
Old Flowers.
Tlie newer verbena has few leaves, a
short upright stem and a truss, as the i
bunch of ilorets is called, that attains j
| il circumference of from 12 to 15 inch- j
es. The individual Ilorets, if the plants |
are properly grown are as large as a
silver quarter. Their stocky growth has
made them even stronger than they !
were, and they bloom now from seed
during a whole summer. Some of the
new colors this year are “Aurora Uo-
reale,” which is a vivid scarlet, and
the “Commendante Marechand," which
is a blend of garnet and maroon.
One of the most beautiful exhibits
every year In a garden near Bernards-
ville is a half acre devoted wholly to
various kinds of petunias. They have
been planted there as freely as if (hey (:elvec1-’
Another Version.
Mrs. Lee was spending the after
noon with Mrs. Washington on that
bright and balmy day early in the
eighteenth century, when little
Geoigic cut down the cherry tree.
Looking from the window into the or-
chard, Mrs. Lee saw a boy hacking
away at the tree, and said:
Mrs. Washington, I do believe that
were grass seed and the ground Is cov-
(Copyright, by Joseph B. Bowles.)
The department was in an uproar.
Salejwomen and order-clerks were un-
able to cope with the crowd that
rushed to take advantage of the adver-
tised "Special Sale—Groceries."
Half the trouble here is caused by
the cashiers. Not one in ten can make
change rapidly. Look at cage six!" was
the comment of the department mana-
ger as he pointed to a large double
desk. “Here you!" to a young woman
who was on her way to the elevator.
“Why are you leaving the floor?
Where are you going?"
“To report to my department. I’ve
been relieving cage 9. The regular
cashier has Just returned." The young
woman started to go.
The department manager ran Ills eye
j over her, took in her slight form, car-
: ruty red hair, steel-blue eyes, thin,
compressed lips and determined chin;
and he noted that although the girl
stood with averted look, there was
something in her appearance that sug-
gested an alert keenness to the pres-
i cut situation. He said abruptly:
“Take charge of No. 6. I’ll tele-
phone your department. What’s your
number?"
"184.”
Without waiting further Instructions
she walked toward the desk.
The bewilderment of the cashier in
charge changed to anger and suspicion
when she saw the "relief." 184 neither
looked at or spoke to her companion,
hut went to work at once in a busi-
nesslike manner.
The head floorwalker looked non-
plussed. I)Id ids manager know the
scandals of the cashier department?
Gossip had it that the entire cashier
time, demanded 184's
resignation. They insisted she was
"crooked” in her relief work. 184
asked them to prove it; they could
not; so she declared that she was “no
quitter” and that she would never re-
sign until she was "caught with the
goods." That was two years ago, and
j here was 184 counting change.
But a week had passed since 184 re-
ceived her assignment.
Down in the cashier department the
chief cashier mopped his brow whllo
he read the auditor’s report.
There was a groan in the chief cash-
ier's big voice as it broke the silence.
"A shortage of $20—cashier 212-
cage 6—grocery department.”
The assistant cashier was all atten-
tion. He turned, taced ills chief, but
did not speak.
"No. (i, grocery department! Why,
that belongs to—”
The chief scarcely paused, but his
associate filled in promptly,
"Yes, sir, 184."
“But 212—"
"Is her relief."
The chief stared nt the wall for a
moment; then stepping to the desk of
his assistant, ho said;
“What do you know about this?”
"Oh, I know nothing, but I have a
theoiy—"
"You don't think it is 212?”
“Not for a moment! My theory Is thrown out!’
that 184 uses the relief’s number to ! 11 waa here the chief cashier loomed
stamp her own chocks, files the vouch ! UP 1,1 the doorway. He beamed on the
era on the relief’s file, and pockets the j three.
money. So when the assistant auditor; "Say," he said pleasantly, "why
------- to compare accounts | don t >ou two fellows start a get-rich--
quick syndicate?"
"Pray, what commotion is this?”
said some one behind them. It was
tlie general manager.
"Just a little :ift:iir that you’ll enjoy
straightening out,” laughed the depart-
ment manager, ’and 1 guess it’s up to
They were scarcely seated when the
door of the outer office slammed, and
a chair was overturned in the hurried
flight of some one through the depart-
ment. The chief quickly opened his
door and looked out. He was just in
time to see two men disappear into
the auditing room. One of the men
was his assistant, the other the assist-
ant auditor.
184 was surprised at her work.
"What are you doing here, any-
way?" said the assistant cashier.
Looking up (hat shortage." she
spoke quietly.
"What right have you to touch these
books without my permission?" de-
manded the assistant auditor.
"I've been waiting for a long time to
get at those books—without your per-
mission. You always fixed It so that
you were here to go over them with
me. To-day I saw my chance, and—’’
"If I find anything wrong here,” be-
gan the assistant auditor, in a low
voice.
"Uh, you won’t find anything wrong
—in the future everything will be all
right. ]S4 smiled derisively. "1 have
found that leak.”
"What!” fairly shouted both men.
"I find in looking over my vouchers,
that 1 have a record of $2U in cash that
I never turned in."
Ion lie!” shouted the assistant
cashier. "I counted your cash when
you turned it in. Your accounts bal-
anced even."
The assistant auditor was trembling
with cxcitemen; us he read the papers
he held in his hand.
"You have deliberately altered your
vouchers,” he said.
what if I have?” she said coolly.
"I’ve only copied your example, and,
now that I acknowledge the shortage,
I'll advise you to erase those figures
you have added to 212 s vouchers."
Be careful what you are saying,”
warned the assistant cashier.
"I know what I’m saying,” said the
girl, quickly. "When I tumbled to
your -nine of graft two years ago, I
thought it would only be a question of
lime before you would be tripped up.
But you work so well together and
cover your tracks so fine, you are not
even suspected."
"Got a swelled head since you got
the regular assignment?” asked the as-
sistant cashier, sarcastically.
181 snapped her fingers at them.
"You lakirs! 1 got the regular job
in spite of you. You two did all in
your power to keep me on relief work.
Do you think I'm going back to it?
Not on your life! Whenever you al-
tered the vouchers of the cashier I re- .
lieved, the blame was thrown on me.
1 couldn't openly accuse you, no ono
would believe me, and I had no way
of proving it; but I was not going to
resign, or acknowledge the shortage. I
thought I would fight it out to the end.
But, I’ve changed my mind. I’ve got
wise. So, understand, after this when
you make a shortage occur In my desk,
I'll alter my vouchers, claim the loss,
and pay it out ol my own pocket. You
see, you won't bo out anything on the
transaction, and ail I ask is to be al-
lowed to be a cashier.”
“I’ll have you fired!” howled the as-
sistant cashier.
"Oil, ro, you won't,” 184 laughed
recklessiy. "I’m too much of a soft
snap.”
"Get out!" yelled the nervous assist-
ant auditor. “Get out, before you’re
and myself conn
he has a record of money I never re-
I hate to d i
it," said the chief
ered with them. They are naturally a cashier, slowly, as lie turned away,
wonderful blend of color and there is | "But I’ll report this case at once to
scarcely a conceivable shade in the I 'Bo general manager,
lighter lines that Is not to he found '■ The excitement caused by the news
there. The petunias are single flowers, °f 'Be impending investigation had not you l,° ";akc " pQUuro with 184.
and it is easy to conceive how much : time to subside when the general man-: s face flamed, and her hands
ager. followed by the ehler cashier ap- i 'remblctl-
peured in the auditing room. "Well, what’s all this to me?" said
The general manager caught sigh: 18*agsrCsslV®ly'
of a red-haired young woman stand-I T1‘’ general manager frowned slight-
more beautiful this would be if the
new double flower had been used in-
j stead. The doubles are exquisite
• crumpled balls of color, like velvet in
I their depth, and there are fluted petals,
| fringed petals and petals edged with
| two or three shades that contrast beau-
I tifully with the prevailing tint of the
cumng°yomS;Lcn7lre:"a °Ut ^ tTZl
WaIhlnvtnnn§r-umCn1' <!?C,ar<Vl Mrs- j nlas trow «r« sufficiently descriptive
Washington. 11] have Mr. Washing- j of the varieties to be had. They are
examnle6 m”, th™"." in'° P°al 38 an amethys*’ <?arne'. P'nk and crimson
example to other hoys. He Is the I with green edges, pure rose pink
worst harum-scarum thing in the col- liant rosy scarlet, blended
ony, and
Walt a moment.” interposed Mrs.
Lee, trying a second pair of spectacles
"I was mistaken. It isn’t the Carroll
hoy. It’s your Georgie.”
"O, so it is! Now. isn’t he just the
cunnlngest thing! He Is always Imi-
tating the things he sees the grown up
men do. I shall tell his father of this
thini16""1 !hl"k ‘V8 By far the cutest _............. «llIluul5I1
thing Georgie lias done since the day combinations of color
shot the best cow for a deer."
Ashea Were What He Wanted.
Near Hilliard s soap factory, in
Georgetown, Mass., there lived an In
dividual who had been unfortunate
bril-
red and
white, pure white, and mottled crim-
son and pink.
Prlfnroses, in mauve, white and pink
tire nearly twice the size they were and
the double poppy of tlie day Is a bail or
color as large as a peony, hearing only
In its name and Its brilliant scarlet
hue a strong resemblance to its proto-
type. They are most beautiful in the
solid colors, although the variegated
arc popular.
lng in the doorway. Her eyes were
fixed on him.
"184. you are about to be invest!- !
gated."
184 showed no surprise. The gen- !
eral manager did. Ho cleared his
throat and began again:
"For the good of the whole”—this
expression they nil knew by heart—
"we will transfer you pending (he in-!
vestigation of your accounts. We feel i
It was a grave mistake to give you a
regular assignment, and the manage-
ment has decided to put you to tube
work. The department will make
every effort to trace this latest leak.
In the meantime you will look over
your slips and vouchers, and’’—here
was a significant pause—"it is the
ly, but said suavely:
"The management will reward you
for me services you have rendered the
firm. We have decided to move you
up to (ill the vacancy to be caused by
the resignation of the assistant cash-
ier."
184 said nothing.
"Don’t you want the position?" he
asked, with supreme politeness.
"Nope! ’’
The general manager stared aghast.
181, turning to the general manager,
said—with a greener show of friendli-
ness than she had over before dis-
played:
"You see it’s like this: There are a,
lot of cashiers that have been In tho
service longer, and are more deserving
.i,, . of promotion than I am. So If I got
opinion of the management that if you ,he job> u woul(1 be
Lovers of the old-fashioned single pop-
py can still buy that in a much larger
form than it used to grow. Asters are
grown on the plants seen this year un-
til they are as large as chrysanthe-
mums. All the old-fashioned flowers,
j from meaning that I had lost my self-
enough to come under the supervision j such as phlox ™ w
of the overseers of tho poor. Thb and wall flowers have gained in the ex-
board came to the conclusion that the I pertinents made by the growers during
unfortunate was burning too much ,he past year, and they hopefuih
^he subjectrem°D ate W‘th h‘m °" ! promise more for the future.
He was silent for a few moments ! ~7T ~~
and then said, very slowly and dis I About Plants,
tinetly, as If amazed at their com-I ls Best to wait until the plant shows
plaint: I It needs water, then give it u good dous-
“Bumln’ too much wood! And that lnf? in the Bathtub. A plant with its roots
when Joe Hilliard pays 25 cents n ! constantly In mud cannot thrive. If hot
bushel for ashes!" ! house plants are watered once a wee):
---__--! With water lri which there Is a little imi-
An Evil Of the Age. roonla they will thrive well. Sometimes
"The scenery is too big for ths Bma11 whlte worms are found In the
stage. What shall we do?” earth. Ammonia or lime water will kill
"Don’t know. Looks like a bad case ,hem stlr UP tlie soil, to expose as
of overproduction.” many as possible, before pouring it one. j
try you will be able to find tiie short
age."
184 flashed a look around the room.
She saw the eyes of the assistant
cashier urd (lie assistant auditor were
on her. The general manager thought
she was about to speak, but no
sound came from her lips.
"You nre assigned to tube 5, In the
basement. Report there at once."
A change came over 184. Again her
glance sought the two assistants.
’Twas a glance of baffled rage, hatred,
revenge.
The cashier department was deserted
when the grocery manager and chief
cashier were returning from lunch to-
gether. As they passed through the
auditing room, the grocery manager
saw a girl at a high desk absorbed in
the task of looking over records.
"What’s 184 doing here?" he asked.
The chief cashier stared incredulous-
ly. hut recovered himself as the gro-
cery manager started toward 184.
"Don’t dlstuiii her,” he said. "Come
In here, I have something to say to
you, ’ and he led the way to his office.
one eternal kick,
and life wouldn’t bo worth living. But
I guess, after this things will be a lit-
tlo different—anyway, I want the girls
to know that I’ve been treating them
on the level all along. Thanks, all the
j tame, for offering mo the job. But,
say, you know when it comes to count-
in:; the coins—I’m right in it! On thu
strict Q. T. that’s tho tiling I like to
do best. So, if ion want a straight tip,
you can assign me to No. G, in the gro-
cery department. I know It’s hot stulT,
but I’m dead stuck on It."
"Of course you can have No. 6." The
general manager paused abruptly; he
felt ho was becoming colloquial, and
ho struggled in vain to regain his pat-
ronizing verbosity, as ho said:
"The management considers, how-
ever, that it is the best judge of the
capabilities of its employes. So if you
care about reconsidering—"
"None for mine!' interrupted 184.
The general manager was compelled
to run to cover. He took to the ele-
vator.
Cashier 18-1 was too much for the
general mana-ar.
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